Chapter 5- They call me a rebel for a reason

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Vivenne's P.O.V.

This was where my plan started to engage. I dragged Becca to the door of the Science Lab, where most experiments made by the Juniors are conducted. As the science subject leader, I know where everything is placed inside the lab, so i didn't really need to worry about where everything is placed. But right now Becca was in full - on Alert Mode. She was firing questions at me as if she were a machine gun.

I took out my 2 bobby pins and started to put my YouTube lock-picking skills to use. While I was trying to concentrate on hearing the clicks, Becca just wouldn't stop. 

"I'm your bestfriend! Why can't you tell me anything? On second thought I forgive you, now tell me everything right this instant!" I heard a click.

"Maybe if I meant more to you than your food, you would have paid attention but NOoOoO Your bestfriend having the possibility of having cancer is old news you've heard so many times, you don't have to pay attention." I wiggled the bobby pin and heard another click.

"Correct me if I'm wrong... Did I just hear you say you had CANCER? Are you saying this entire time you had FRICK'IN CANCER and you didn't go to the hospital?"

I stopped picking the lock. "Look. I said MAYBE I had cancer or something. And besides, how on Earth was I supposed to go to the hospital when I myself discovered it this morning ? Plus, I'm not even sure it's cancer."

"Well maybe like any normal human being would do? Like, go to the nurse and find out?"

"Yeah, but something tells me their reaction is not going to be the one I'm asking for."

"Right cuz the World OBVIOUSLY revolves around you."

"Seriously ?" I said as I continued picking the lock.

"Just keep watch please? if anyone sees-"

"RIGHT. What's on the line here?! We might get EXPELLED!"

The handle turned with a click.

"SCORE!"

I opened the door and ran to the storage compartment, trusting Becca to close the door. I carefully read all the labels. I took the Potassium Nitrate, and measured out 3 parts. I scanned through the shelves, took the sugar and measured out 2 parts. But there was one slight problem. Apparently there seemed to NOT have ANY baking soda whatsoever.

"Becca! Do me a huge favour quick." I looked over my shoulder and saw her playing with a string I assume she found lying around the teacher's desk.

"Aren't I ALREADY doing you a huge favour?" She took a rubberband that again was on the teachers desk and flung it towards me, missing me by a foot.

"What happened to 'no playing in the lab'? Did you already forget what Mr Alford said?" I picked up the rubberband and flung it back at her.

"What happened to NO TRUANCY? And wow you're one to talk- the subject leader not following the rules of the lab. How rare. 

"They don't call me a rebel for nothing." I said with a smile.

"As I was saying, help me real quick. PLEASE run to the Home E Room, and ask Miss Rosa if we can have a tablespoon of baking soda. Remember: BAKING SODA! If she asks why just say ... um... you need it to mix with your medications?"

"Like thats gonna work. She's gonna think I'm taking drugs or something. "

That's true. She's kind enough to give us what we need if we really need it. We need a GREAT excuse.

"Just make something up."

"Fine I'll wing it."

"Make it as fast as possible please!"

And with that, she ran. Though I hope she doesn't trip or something. She's not much of an athlete either.. But I have to make the smoke bomb as soon as possible because we already wasted so much time as it is. I opened the cupboard and found a Hot Plate, plugged the plug in a power socket , took a heat-proof container (yes these can also be found in some laboratories) and mixed the potassium nitrate with the sugar together. I turned up the heat, took a metal spoon and mixed it slowly and carefully, watching it.

"IM HERE IM HERE OH MY GOSH IM DYING." She fell on the floor panting dramatically.

She threw the small ziplock bag at me and collapsed her head. I opened the bag , mixed it all together once again and finally, after a while, it caramelised. I used the metal spoon to scoop it up and put it in a small cardboard box I found in the storage room. I stuck the string that Becca was playing with earlier and my smoke bomb was ready. I cleaned up the mess, put everything back in their shelves and sighed in satisfaction, admiring the little smoke bomb I had just made.

Becca, still on the floor, crawled to me and looked at it.

"Ooh. Fancy."

"Ready to bomb this place?"

"THATS A BOMB?!"

"Pretend I didn't say anything..." Sometimes she's just too oblivious.



















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