He's Basically My Brother M.C.

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"jerry get up, we have school" michaels voice yelled

"what time is it?" i ask

"8:30" he answers and hits me with a pillow

"stop" i whine

"whatever you say, we're leaving in 10" he pet my head and turns away to walk out the door

"im not a cat" i roll my eyes

"but youre my kitty" he says without looking back. i blushed and hurried to the bathroom.

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"go to your table and put on the coat, glasses, and gloves, youre gonna need it" mr. van fossens voice boomed throughout the room.

i got up from my seat and walked to the lab table and noticed a large blue lid. i ignored it and put on the coat and glasses. i hesitantly put on the gloves, as michael came by and did the same.

"okay class, now we're going to dissect something today" mr. van fossen said, standing up.

there was a lot of 'ew's and 'yuck's. then there were some quiet 'yay's and 'yes's.

"and how not cliche of me, because we're dissecting a frog" he said sarcastically

"frogs are creepy" i mumble

"i agree" michael nodded

"so there are tools are in front of you, and the instructions are too" he informed us

he never really teached us, he just gave us worksheets, and if we were doing a project, he printed out the instructions.

"if you need help, ask me" he sat back down at his desk.

"so im guessing its under this lid" i squeaked and pointed to blue lid

"fuck no, im not doing that shit" he looked at me like i was suppose to do it

"open the lid" i nudged him

"fuck no, you do it" he nudged me back

my hand made its way to the blue lid and i opened it. the frog was already dead, 'stapled' onto a steel platform. i saw at the corner of my eye, michael mouthed 'fuck no, fuck no, fuck no, fuck no' over and over again.

"1. pick up the scalpel and cut open the frogs torso, be careful, you dont want to cut the organs inside" michael read from a arms length distance.

"this is so weird" i scrunch up my nose

"whats a scalpel" michael asked

"theres a picture next to the instruction you idiot" i roll my eyes, pointing to the image that shows a scalpel.

i picked up the scalpel and gently cut open the torso of the frog.

"fuck it smells like death" michael covered his nose

"what do i do now?" i ask, covering my nose from the distinctive odor.

"2. cut the sides, and then it shows a picture" he handed me the paper

this hour is going to be disgusting.

(ok so.. i never dissected a from so correct me if im wrong)