Apples Don't Just Mean School [in process of rewriting]

It's Poisonous

A/N: Bonjour! J'espère que vous apprécierez ce chapitre!

Emily's POV

The next day, I felt fine and went to school. "Okay, 9R, take out the worksheet I asked you to do." I set up the visualiser and Veronica helped to turn on the projector. Where's my notebook? Oh no! Is it in the bag? I scrabbled frantically through the large bag I carried, finally finding it stashed in the corner of the bag, squeezed by my laptop. THERE it is... I connected my microphone and began asking for volunteers.

"Any readers?" I called out. No one stood, and the class looked at each other. "Calling once." I tapped my foot impatiently. Honestly? STAND UP, 9R! "Calling TWICE?" Urgh, stop wasting time! Finally, Raphael stood up and read out, "But M-" "No, Raphael, sit, I want another person to read. Hurry up, 9R, don't waste my time!" I interrupted. Erin stood and continued from where Raphael broke off.

"But Montague is bound as well as I, in penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, for men so old as we to keep the peace," he began. "Good, sit. Next person, quick!" I snapped. Jordon stood. "Of honourable reckoning are you both; And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?" He sat, and 9R seemed to finally get the drift. Victoria got up.

"But saying o-o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world, she hath not seen the change of fourteen years; Let two more summers wither in their pride... E-ere we may think her ripe to be a bride," she read, stumbling over some words. "Not bad. Next person!" I said. Maybe they're not as clueless as I thought... But they're really hesitant.

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Third Person's POV

"Okay, 9R, take one of these plants and observe them by yourselves, alright? I need to go get some stuff from my table. Try not to wet the table, okay?" Matthew requested, half out of the class. 9R chorused a 'Yes!' and clustered together in groups. At first, there were only a few hushed mutters and an occasional shriek when water was sprayed, but afterwards, the noise built up.

Veronica came running to Group Eight. "Guys, you know the water lettuce is edible? It tastes nice, you know," she told them. "Really? Cool," Joseph remarked, looking down at their water hyacinth, thinking that it was a water lettuce. He tore off a small bit and chewed it thoughtfully as Veronica went back to her group. "Tastes nice! Try a bit," he suggested. "What? NO! Eww!" Elizabetha shrieked.

Rebecca had also tried a bit. "It's okay, not much taste," she promised. "Okay... I'll try a BIT," Elizabetha muttered, trying some. "Hmm, not bad, actually!" Clarice refused to even take a bit, but Tatiana willingly ate a little. "Charis, Olivia! Try the water lettuce!" Rebecca yelled. "WHAT?! No, eww! Yuck!" Olivia grimaced. "No, seriously, it's nice," Elizabetha assured her. 

"Dude, that's not water lettuce. This is water hyacinth!" Victoria pointed out to Group Eight. "WHAT?" they shrieked. "But it tastes nice," Joseph added. "Okay then, let's go take the water lettuce," Elizabetha sing-songed. Clarice got up and took the tray to them, depositing it on the table. Joseph peeled a bit off, then chewed and swallowed. "It tastes like vegetables." Rebecca and Elizabetha tried some next. "There's a furry texture," Rebecca declared.

In the end, almost half the class tried the water lettuce before they felt a tingling in their throats. "Urgh, my throat hurts," Olivia complained. "It's just the water lettuce clearing the throat of bacteria," Joseph replied confidently. "I think it is," Elizabetha agreed, taking gulps of water. Joseph slipped out of class quietly, but came back, ashen-faced. "What's wrong?"

He looked at his group-mates. "Water lettuce is poisonous." "WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!" the rest screeched. "Side effects include burning throat, burning tongue and swelling of the lips," he read off from his phone. "We're DEAD," Elizabetha deadpanned. Olivia and Victoria overheard them. "WATER LETTUCE IS POISONOUS?!" Victoria shrieked. The entire class heard.

"Blame Veronica!" Joseph defended. "Blame Erin! He dared me to do it!" Veronica protested. "I'm writing a will," Elizabetha declared. Rebecca face-palmed and Tatiana merely sat there, half-dying of shock. "CRAP. Just... crap." 9R flew into a flurry of screams, wails and laughter. "Guys! Mr Harper is coming!" one of them warned, standing vigil at the window.

They fell into immediate silence as Matthew entered. "What's wrong?" he asked, confused. "N-nothing!" Natalie Armstrong declared.

Matthew's POV

Something's definitely up... Never mind, it's probably nothing. I mean, they definitely haven't eaten the plants or anything, so they're probably fine... Cheeky little buggers! I started walking around, seeing how they were doing. Group Eight was huddled together, muttering about something. "What's up?" I whispered to them, causing a frightened scream and hurriedly bitten off curse words.

"All's well, sir," Elizabetha reported. "You may proceed on to the next group," Joseph suggested. Rebecca and Tatiana were talking quietly in one corner. "Okay," I agreed and went on to Group Seven. Eight's hiding something... Kids these days... Group Seven wasn't doing anything, just lounging around. "Are you all done?" I asked, slightly annoyed. "Yes, we are," Liam reported. "Alright, then can you please keep the plants?" I requested, then moved on.

Soon, the bell rang and I pushed the cart full of plants out. "Bye!" I smiled and waved. "BYE!" 9R yelled back, before dissolving into giggles. Something happened just now, when I was away... I wonder what? They didn't do anything stupid, did they? I mean, they're old enough to know better, I think. I'm hungry... So I'll go down to the Lab, drop this cart off, run back to the Staff Room, get my laptop, then run back to 8L for THEIR lesson... Wow, I'm too busy... I need to take a break.

I got off at level one and pushed the cart into the Science Lab, then raced up the steps to grab everything... But bumped into Emily, like literally bumped. "Ahh!" she shrieked, losing her footing. She's going to fall!

A/N: Don't kill me, this is a book about cliches. Look at the title. That's a cliche. So forgive all the stupid cliches I write, okay? I hate cliches too but they're unavoidable in my book... Sorry Emily, you're always falling...

Emily: -.- Yeah. Stupid author.