(This is just for fun only lel)
In our shared biology class, we weren't donning the typical sterile lab coats, but rather heavy-duty aprons that made us look more like bakers than students. Practical days were chaotic, with everyone bustling around stations, preparing slides and labeling beakers with half-washed markers. Lyn was meticulously adjusting his microscope, brows furrowed in deep concentration, while Sera carefully measured out a solution with the precision of someone defusing a bomb.
And there I was, leaning over my own slide, peering into the mysteries of a single cell. “Behold,” I announced dramatically, “the powerhouse of the cell: the mitochondria!”
Sera rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide a grin. “If I hear you say that one more time, I’ll use this pipette as a weapon,” she threatened, but her voice was light, teasing.
Lyn sighed. “Can we focus? Dr. Barlow said we need to label every part properly this time.” He adjusted his apron, already smudged with what looked like plant residue from our earlier experiment. “If we fail this, I’m blaming the ‘powerhouse’ distraction.”
I grinned. “Fine, fine. But admit it—mitochondria are pretty fascinating. Who wouldn’t want to be called the powerhouse?”
We laughed, the tension of the room lifting momentarily. Even if biology wasn’t our strong suit, at least we knew how to make the most of it.
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Trials of the Test Subjects
Horrorᵂᴴₑᴿₑ ₐᴿₑ ʸᴼᵤ, ᴸᵢᵀₜᴸₑ ₘᴵᶜᴱ? Trapped in an abandoned facility, a group of young individuals, including Ana (code-named Mitochondria) and Lyn, awakens without memories, forced into a chilling experiment. As they navigate dark corridors and face the te...
