The quartet didn't like school. Sure, Raline loved to learn, and Julio loved to read, while the twins adored beating others in tests, but overall, it made them scared. The Glove was so open about its horrific history. They didn't trust it. But everyone else did, so they put on a happy face and went into Room 394.
They were learning about the art of testing chemicals. Raline picked up a vial of a blue liquid and hung it over the Hansel Burner. Julio, snapping on his rubber gloves, dropped a millihans of thick black cream into the vial. The mixture bubbled, and quickly turned solid. The teacher dashed over, screaming, "COVER THE FLASK! COVER THE FLASK!" Raline looked as shocked as Julio, but she was quicker to react. Raline held the thick cloth towel over the flask seconds before the flask bubbled and eventually the contents exploded, leaving a large blue stain on the towel where it was the hottest.
"Raline, Julio, care to explain?"
"Well, sir, I had only begun to heat up the hansomic when Julio poured a millihans of the prohanson in-"
"The prohanson? Why, of all things, would you add the prohanson?"
"Because-"
"The prohanson is the goal. It is a sample, so you know what to make. Not so that you can BLOW UP MY SCIENCE LAB."
"Well, sir, I'm sorr-"
"Julio, enough. Head back to the dorms, you two. I want an essay about the uses of prohanson and HOW TO MAKE IT." The teacher stressed the last part of the assignment.
"Relax, Julio. You know Mr. B. He's always just a little crazy."
"Yeah, because I almost blew up the school."
"It was an honest mistake."
"Sure, and the Glove is super nice and honest with us."
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Vive La Republique
AcakWelcome to the future. In this world, it's every man for himself, or rather, every student for themselves. With the government, nicknamed 'The Glove', focusing all its time and resources on the lone school, built for every grade, gender, nationalit...
