"What the..." Michael trailed off. "Who is J. Keller?" June whispered. "That's not important... What we need to know is what exactly is the school up to." I responded. "I have an idea on what it might be... Maybe the staff is planning to ice us!!!" Michael said. June gasped at the thought of being frozen alive. Normally, I would say that's ridiculous, but it does make sense.
"Liquid nitrogen is very dangerous. If you stuck your hand in that stuff, your hand would be completely frozen within seconds. Exposure to liquid nitrogen is definitely FATAL and there is no getting out of it." Michael added. "But there are a lot more where that came from. The school didn't just buy liquid nitrogen, they bought items that aren't even in the advanced chemistry books!" June said, worried. While I kept flipping through the pages, I came across a certificate, more like a deed, of the school.
But it wasn't certifying that the school is a school... The school used to be, and probably still is, a private LAB.
During Lunch Period...
"Turns out the school is a lab, Michael."
I said. "That must be why they keep those chemicals in stock..." Michael responded. "Maybe... This was just a misunderstanding?" Michael added. "No, just because there's an old piece of paper that says it might have permission to buy items like these, don't put a 'case closed' on this." June said. "I kept looking in the library after the lunch bell and found a second binder. There, I found a news article:
'The Y. G. Lennard Chemical Lab gets closed down after an undisclosed failed experiment. Lab owners may face jail time.' The school cost summaries start including chemicals and other unusual items at around 1991, two years after the lab became a private boarding school. So what the school has been doing is ILLEGAL." June said as she set her reading glasses in place.
After study hall, we left the library with many thoughts in our heads, barely any of the exams, however. I stared at June while I was standing outside the library. She stared back.
She looks so cute with glasses on.
I entered the quiet testing room and took a seat. Apparently the exams in this school don't use test administrators. I stared at the test paper before me. I then took a deep breath and started the test. 15 minutes into testing, and I started hearing a distinct sound of blowing air. I glanced at the air vent, and saw a wispy stream of some sort of steam or fog. I ignored this however, and continued my test.
Then I heard someone's head hit their desk. And later, one by one, people started dropping like flies. My vision started getting blurry, and my mind foggy. The last thing I heard was the sound of my body hitting the ground.
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The Final Exam
Mistério / SuspenseA telephone rings. It's eerie song emanating through the entire room. As I reluctantly pick up the phone, I can't help but feel I've done this before. Music. "Hello Margaret." She says it in such a way that it becomes clear to you she's smiling on t...
