It was Saturday. You, of course, woke up late. It was almost 10:20.
"Ooh crap!" you whisper-yelled as you shot out of bed.
You ate a breakfast of leftover pancakes then rushed back to your room to put your clothes on. This was the first time you were so frantic to put on clothes, it was kind of funny. Then you heard the doorbell. "I got it!" you yelled to your dad as you braided your hair into the same style. Sure enough, it was Charlie. "Hey!" she almost yelled as she pulled you into a hug. Then you both went to work at the computers. The topic was about a mixture becoming a chemical reaction. And a demonstration. Guess what you were assigned. Vinegar and baking soda. Piece of cake. Then the doorbell rang again. You got up and oprned the door. Sure enough, Dean was there, but he also had a smaller boy with him.
"Who's this?" you asked. You had never heard him mention about another person coming. He was a smaller boy, about seventh grade with hazel eyes and wavy brown hair. Damn. That kid needed a major haircut. It was at that one point where it looks like a minor bowler haircut.
"Oh! Sorry...this is Sammy, my little brother." Sammy looked at his brother, then he looked at you. Then when all three of you went inside, you heard Sam going through your Star Wars action figures as you pointed out our topic and our assigned mixture and Dean cracked up.
"VOLCANO!!!" he was so happy. You worked on the paper and then you did the papier mache for the base because the other two don't even know how to spell it. Overnight, it was in the attic, drying.
When it was done, you painted it and filled it with baking soda. Charlie transported it to school, and you emailed the paper to the teacher. When you got to the classroom, Charlie took out the volcano and vinegar, and you notified the teacher about the email. When you were supposed to present, she loved it. You got an A.
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Our Pasts - Supernatural
FanfictionYour name is (Y/N) and you are a hunter. Well, used to be. Your mom died when you were a baby, you dad must have had a few or he was too tired to remember correctly. He said she burst into flames on the ceiling of my nursury. You tell yourself that...
