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Chapter 6: Connelly

"WE GON' LIGHT IT UP LIKE ITS DYNAMITE"

- TAOA CRUZ, 'DYNAMITE'

 I look over at Briar and I cant help but notice the way she just loses herself in everything.

 "Hey, what does question 1 say?" I ask quietly. 

 "Huh, did you say something?" she says turning toward me.

 "Yeah, I was wondering what question 1 said," 

 "Do you have dyslexia?" 

  How did she know? Is she a witch? I really don't want to tell her but I wont get any help otherwise, so I just tell her the truth. The ugly, ugly truth. "Yeah why?"

 "Oh because I was just trying to make sure you weren't trying to piggyback off of my answers. Question 1 says 'What happens when you mix potassium, barium and sodium?'" 

 Oh shoot, I have no idea I think it blows up, man I wish I could use Google.

 "Uh I don't know, I'll just write down what I think," I answer with a shrug. 

 "Okay just don't make a mistake when were actually mixing chemicals and We'll be good," she answers back as she finishes her test. She walks up to the front of the classroom, then comes back and sits down to start reading. 

 Ok let's get cooking. I write my answers as non-dyslexic as possible. I answer the first question, they make a blue colored drink I guess. I answer as many as I can in 15 minutes. 

 "Okay class, papers up now its time for the hands on part and please for the love of mother Mary, no explosions!" Mr. Mills shouts. Everyone but Briar looks directly at me. I shrug with a goofy smile on my face.

 CRAP CRAP CRAP! I wasn't done yet. I pass it up and hope I at least got the ones I answered right. 

 "OK Connelly, don't do anything stupid." Briar says in a dead-pan tone, giving me a unfocused side eye.

 "PFF! Me? Stupid? Never." I joke.

 She gives me a death glare, and I scratch my head.

 I grab a tube of a hard silvery white metal and put it in a test tube on a Bunsen Burner along with a silvery white salt looking element. 

Just as I'm about to put a silver metal with it, Briar yells no. 

 Too little too late. I cause an explosion that blows up a good portion of the room and takes part of my eyebrow with it.

 
 "MANCHESTER! GRAMBS! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT EXPLOSIONS! PRINCIPALS OFFICE NOW!" Mr. Mills booms at us.

  Briar Rose grabs her stuff ands runs out of the room. I follow close behind. 

  She sees me and starts running faster. 

"BRIAR! WAIT!" I yell to her. 

 She stops abruptly and gives me a death stare.

 "Seriously, you want to be friends now? I told you not to do anything stupid and then you start putting random things in a test tube together? Honestly you could've killed us both and God knows who else!" 

The bell rings and we're bombarded by a bunch of other students.  We both walk in silence as we walk to the office.

 "Manchester, seriously? What are you here for?" the front desk lady, Ms. Zusak ask.

 "Hehe, I caused an explosion in Chem." I answer with a shrug.

 "Seriously, again, that's the 3rd time this semester!" 

 Briar slowly turns to give me a side eye and then holds her hand out, curves her hand and puts her finger to her palm repeatedly.

 "Oh, Hi sweetheart what are you here for?"

 She makes a bull looking shape with her hand and then points from me to her, she does this a couple times then gives up.

 She clears her throat and then speaks, " Sorry, um I'm here for the same except I didn't cause the explosion." 

 "Well, seeing as its not your fault, you can leave." 

 Briar nods politely, smiles and puts her hand to her mouth.

 "Thanks really gotta go," I say walking away as fast as possible.

 "Not you, Connelly, since you caused it, I'll have no choice but to give you detention."

 Oh well, at least Eddies in there. 

 I roll my eyes. "Whatever." 

 "Also, you're dad said we need to get you a tutor. I think you should see the guidance counselor, I think it would do you good." Ms. Zusak says in her thick German accent. 

 What does she know shes a crazy old woman.

 "Okay, I'll think about it," I reply. Of course I wont, I never do. Going to the guidance counselor is usually a 20 minute guilt trip about how I don't live up to my full potential. I know I'm not stupid, but the guidance counselor is so condescending I might as well b.

 "That's all I'm asking, dear, thats all I'm asking, she sighs, " Well I guess you can leave." 

"Thanks." I say walking out of the room 

AUTHORS NOTE

 Bro sorry if its super wonky, I'm writing on my laptop so if its weird on your phone, I hope its not super weird.

I don't think I'm factually write on the explosion thing, Google wasn't being any help 

Thanks pookies. I really do love y'all!

Jesus loves y'all BTW 

1 Corinthians 16:14

Love, Sunshine