The Experiments

Chapter 12: Garmau please

It's 10:00 A.M on a Wednesday. Garmau is in her English class. Normally, Garmau enjoys English (or at the very least understands it better than biology) but now she doesn't. Mainly because a certain person is now in the same English class as her. (Hint: their name starts with an A. Or an E. Depends on who you ask.)

The teacher clears her throat. "Well, today class, we are going to start a rather important project. I will now explain the project. Ahem. In partners, you will choose a topic. Each partner will write an essay about the topic, but each with a different opinion. For example, if the topic is oranges, one student might write about how oranges taste good, and the other might write about how oranges taste bad. Don't actually pick oranges as a topic, it's not a very good topic."

Someone sitting in front of Garmau whispers to his friend, "Dude let's totally write some essays about oranges."

"AHEM. Anyway, after you write your bad copy, your partner will correct it, you will correct your partner's, and write your good copy. After you are finished, you will present both of your essays to the class. Any questions?"

An underachieving student raises his hand. "What's the minimum amount of pages?"

"It must be at least a page long, both sides this time Isaac."

The underachieving student groans. An overachieving student raises his hand. "What about the maximum?"

"Well, the last time I told you that there was no limit Harold, you practically gave me a novel, so five pages."

The overachieving student sighs. An energetic-looking girl raises her hand. "Can we pick our partners?" she asks, nervously glancing at another girl who seems to be just as energetic.

"No. I've already picked out your partners."

Everyone groans. Garmau is secretly relieved because she still doesn't have any friends other than Garrance, Laurmau and Travlyn. In fact, Garrance is still not in school, a fact that worries Garmau.

The teacher starts reading out a list of names. The overachiever is paired with the underachiever. The energetic girl is paired with the guy who wanted to write an essay about oranges. Garmau is paired with Aaronmau. Wait, what?

Garmau takes back her secret relief. She has to be paired with Earunmau, doesn't she? Garmau looks over at Aaronmau and frowns. Aaronmau frowns back. Probably because he hates her. Well, she hates him back!

The teacher finishes calling out the names and lets everyone start to brainstorm. Aaronmau walks over to Garmau's desks and stands beside it.

"What do you want?" Garmau asks him.

"To brainstorm about the essays? You are my partner right?"

Garmau doesn't know how to respond, so she just rolls her eyes and mumbles, "Yeah.."

"Well then let's get started. I already know you hate me, you're not subtle at all. But I'm not going to fail English just because I was paired with some jerk."

"You're the jerk!"

"I am not a jerk. You are."

"You're a jerk, and you're ugly!"

"Well I'm not some stripe head, now aren't I?"

"I AM NOT A STRIPE HEAD, YOU JERK!" Garmau yells, slamming her fist onto her desk. Aaronmau's hand happens to be resting on it, and he yelps.

"Okay listen," Aaronmau says, rubbing his poor, injured hand. "Can we just pick a topic and never speak to each other again?"

"Fine. But if you ever try to talk to me after this, know that I will not respond. Hmmph." Garmau says, crossing her arms and pouting.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, all we need to do is find something we have different opinions about. That should be easy."

"Like your face."

"Hardy har."

~

After an hour of English, Garmau and Aaronmau haven't been able to come up with a single topic, a fact that frustrates Garmau to no end.

Garmau walks angrily down the hallway. She starts grumbling unintelligibly. She bumps into Laurmau.

"Laurmau, wATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING."

"Are you ok, Garmau?"

"NO."

"Why?"

"EARUNMAU IS MAH PARTNER FOR AN ENGLISH PROJECT."

"Oh," Laurmau says, vaguely surprised. "That's bad."

"It's VERY BAD." Garmau says loudly. "I'm gonna have to spend like an hour a day talking to him."

A figurative light bulb appears over Laurmau's head. "Well actually, perhaps it isn't that bad." She says with a mysterious smile.

Garmau gives Laurmau a you-tripping? look.

"Perhaps you could try to befriend Aaronmau and gain his trust. After he starts to open up to you enough, then we can lead him into an undisclosed location and-"

"BEFRIEND HIM?" Garmau yells. A few people look at Garmau funny.

"Yes, now shh. People are looking at us." Laurmau says, shushing Garmau.

"Why would that be useful?" Garmau whispers.

"So when you tell him to go inside some indiscreet place where I'll be hiding, he won't suspect-"

"No. Murder."

"Fiiiiiiiiiine. Maybe he'll tell you about his personal problems or something. We can use his secrets against him. And not murder him."

"Why would he tell me his secrets?"

"Because you two would be friends, and friends trust each other with secrets, Garmau."

"S-so, that makes us friends, right Laurmau?"

"For the time being. Why?"

"Well u-um, ever since Travlyn told me about their plans, I've been having th-these awful nightmares. And..."

"Yeah, I know. I can hear you crying at 3:00 A.M. and so can everyone else."

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT. I'm scared Travlyn's gonna question me too much about them if I tell them, so can you tell them for me?"

"Sure."

"Thanks."

The two girls smile at each other for a moment then immediately realize that they are late to class.

"CRAP!"

They both run into different classrooms, with different thoughts on their minds.

Yes, perfect.

I don't like Aaronmau very much.

(A/N): I ran into a massive case of writer's block while writing this. I apologize for this being so late.