chapter 24: chemistry test

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[CHEMISTRY TEST]"I guess I have to take it,I'm deteriorating"

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[CHEMISTRY TEST]
"I guess I have to take it,
I'm deteriorating"

Song: See You Soon - Beabadoobee

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     After class Scott, Stiles, and Aaliyah walked through the halls together. "All right, I only found one thing online called the Kanima." Stiles told his friends. "It's a were-jaguar from South America that goes after murderers."

"That thing was not a jaguar." Scott said.

"Yeah, and I'm not exactly a murderer." Aaliyah voiced.

"But Stiles saw it kill somebody which is probably why it tried to kill you. And is still trying to kill you, and it probably won't stop until your dead." Scott spoke and Stiles stopped walking.

"You know sometimes I begin to question this 'friendship'." Stiles put air quotes around the word 'friendship' as he caught up to the two. They walked to their next class before Jackson sat down behind Scott and next to Aaliyah. The girl shot a dirty look at him wishing he chose a different seat.

"Hey, testicle left and right." He spoke to the boys. "What the hell is a Kanima?" The friends turned to each other with wide eyes surprised that Jackson knew about it. They turned back the front when Coach slammed a book down on his desk.

"All right, listen up. Quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups, because tomorrow's midterm is profoundly difficult...I'm not even too sure I could pass it. Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question." A few students hands shot up, including Aaliyah. "Who's got it, huh? Come on, let's go, buddy." Coach called on some guy.

"I was paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?" Jackson asked angrily.

"I'm familiar with the sensation." Stiles muttered.

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