SELENAS POV
Mrs Brown, how boring can a last name get? Although I guess you could say that she's one of my favorite teachers. She barely talks, and I'm one hundred percent sure that she is going to retire any day now. Her limp body is covered in the same items of clothing every single day. A long black skirt stopping at her ankles, and a purple top. Her grey hair is clipped into a bun and her glasses sit at the top of her nose.
Mrs Brown: alright class we are doing an experiment today in class, turning solids to liquids and liquids to gases.
I almost feel my heart drop out of my chest. This means working with fire, my worst enemy.
Mrs Brown: I have set up experiment stations all over the lab, yours and your partners name tags will be on a desk, go find them please. Even better, we don't get to chose our lab partner, note the sarcasm in my speech? I sigh, standing up to collect my books into my hands.
I move to the table behind me, spot my name on a piece of laminated paper and sit on the seat, placing my books on the table in front of me.
Eventually the class settles down into their seats, and before I can take any notice to the name tag next to me, the one and only, Justin Bieber slips into the desk.
To think my day couldn't get any worse.
Mrs Brown: I'm leaving it up to you and your lab partner this lesson, so get started, we don't have all day.
I roll my eyes at her anxious tone and look over at Justin.
Justin: uh, hey.
He scratches the back of his neck with his hand.
Selena: can we just hurry up and do this please?
I groan, before pushing the Bunsen burner towards him.
Justin: don't tell me your one of those girls that makes me do all the work.
Selena: no, just light it.
Justin: oh, right sorry.
As he flicks the lighter, I can't help but stare into the tiny flame. It egnites my thinking, turning my brain into complete mush. I can't help but feel tears rush too my eyes.
