Living as the town coward Rumplestilkin's daughter was always a struggle, but life became far worse once he became the Dark One and you lost your brother Baelfire.
After growing up to become your father's assistant you have mastered the art of pois...
Y/N began setting up the experiment as the kids poured in through the door, talking about last nights homework, the newest episode of their favorite shows or who had a crush on whom.
Y/N checked the table where her beakers, chemicals and pipettes were neatly arranged, everything was perfect. Y/N cleared her throat and the students rushed to their seats.
"Good morning class." She said as she leaned against the lab table. "Good morning Miss Gold." The children chanted in unison. Ah blind obedience, such a lovely taste. "I know you're all very excited for the quiz I promised you today but I have some awful news, we're doing a chemistry demonstration instead!"
Y/N stepped aside with a flourish revealing the lab equipment she'd been standing in front of. The children's faces lit up as an excited murmuring rose around the room.
Y/N gestured for them to quiet down and they obliged, "if you check underneath your stools you'll find a pair of safety goggles, put them on!"
The class eagerly fumbled under their seats and pulled out the clear plastic goggles, eagerly staring at their teacher. Y/N dashed to the blackboard, grasping a piece of chalk, "Now we talked about reactions last class, there are five main types: synthesis, decomposition, single replacement, double replacement and-" she paused looking to her class, "can anyone name the fifth?" "COM-bust-SHUUNN!" A little boy in a corner desk roared with an inhuman excitement. "Very good Jackson. Yes the fifth is combustion." Y/N answered, her ears ringing. "Sadly we won't be making anything explode today but I'm sure you'll enjoy our experiment just as much."
Y/N walked behind the table a put on a crisp lab coat and a pair of goggles.
"The best thing about this experiment is its simplicity, all it takes is two elements, iodine and aluminum." Y/N grabbed the two glass containers of white and gray powders, holding them for the class to see. "Watch as I mix them together," she poured the iodine into the little pot of aluminum and began to stir with a metal pestle.
The compound was already starting to change color! "Now I make a small depression in the middle, we'll be adding water to this." She grabbed the pipette to her left and squeezed, quickly a purple haze rose up from the gray chalky substance.
Slowly at first, but then with a fury, hiding Y/N's face. The gas began to fade and a small fire arose on top of the compound, it was beautiful. A resounding sound of awe resonated around the classroom.
Y/N beamed at her students, but something was wrong, the fire wasn't dissipating, Y/N looked at the evaporating dish, the glass was beginning to crack.
"Everyone get under your desk now!" Y/N screamed, as soon as the words left her mouth the glass dish burst, soaring in all directions just narrowly avoiding Y/Ns face.
There was screaming, then silence, she looked up, the glass had only flew a couple inches away from the table.Y/N's heart was pounding as she asked the children with a shaky voice, "Everyone okay? Is anyone hurt?" "We're fine." A student near the front muttered. "I'm okay." A girl squeaked. "Good... that's good. Good, good, good." Y/N mumbled.
The bell rang, students looked around in shock wondering what to do now. Y/N ran her hand over her hair in an attempt to seem casual. "Class dismissed."
The class removed their goggles and gathered their backpacks, leaving silently. Y/N grabbed a broom and began sweeping the glass into a dust pan.
'How could I have been so stupid' she thought to herself. She had a masters in chemistry for god's sake! She'd do something calmer next class, dissections maybe, there was no way that could go wrong right?
She emptied the shards into a trash can and sighed, maybe she wasn't cut out to be a teacher. Maybe she really was just some spoiled rich girl, like the other teachers whispered behind her back. Maybe she should just take over the Pawn Shop.
Y/N looked at her desk, she still had a mountain of papers left to grade. She sat down and got started, she told herself she'd finish them early and go home. But she didn't leave early, each day repeated as the one before it: rush, coffee, teach, failure, papers, sleep.
An endless cycle, frozen like the hands on the town clock. Never moving, never changing, always the same. And the worst part was, Beatrice Gold never even noticed.
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Authors note: Hi guys! Thanks for sticking around to chapter three. I just wanted to let you know I'm sorry if anything you read was inaccurate, I did a little bit of research but I'm not a chemist by any means, so sorry to any science lovers reading this.
The next chapter will be coming soon and may or may not contain a yellow bug. Thanks for reading! 🩷🩷🩷🩷
Here's a video of the experiment: https://youtu.be/Y3kDZXP4_5A
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