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Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The late bell rings the moment I sit down in my assigned desk for science class.  I hate chemistry with such a passion.  It is useless information unless you are someone who is going to be a scientist.  That is definitely not me.  I don’t know what I am going to be yet.  I guess I’m still finding that out.

I am snapped  out of my thoughts when Ms. Prucil scrapes her disgustingly long finger nails across the chalkboard.  That’s a bit 20th century isn’t it?   And what classroom still has a chalkboard?  None.  She probably bought it just so she could torture us like old teachers did when they had chalkboards. 

“Good afternoon everyone.  I hope you all had a healthy lunch.  One that can get your mind working and ready to learn about intermolecular forces!” Ms. Prucil says and the whole class lets out groans and sighs. 

It has only been 30 minutes and I’ve only paid attention to about ten words that have come out of my teacher’s mouth.  I successfully distracted myself by twirling my pencil with my fingers and staring out the window.  There’s a whole bunch of trees outside.  Birds have been flying in and out of them.  I think they are building a nest.  That’s so cute, little baby birds are going to hatch soon.  I can’t wait until I have my own little ones.  I can’t wait until I grow up and get to be an adult.  Being a kid is fun and all, but the real fun happens with grown up.

“Jessica Santelli!” Ms. Prucil shouts as she slams her ruler on my desk snapping me out of my thoughts once again.  Where did she get a ruler from?  Why does she have one for this class anyway?

Ping

Ignoring the snarling women in front of me I reach down and pick up my pencil that I dropped when I was harshly disturbed. 

“Jessica Santelli I will not have lollygaggers in my classroom.  You either answer the question I just asked you four times or I will send you to the principle’s office with a referral.”

“Sorry Ms. Prucil, what was the question?” I ask, already wishing I would just be sent to the office instead.

“What is the electronegativity difference between hydrogen and oxygen?”

The what?   I don’t even know how to spell that?  When did she talk about this?  What is hydrogen again?

“37?” I say the first number that pops into my mind, hoping it’s somewhat close to the correct answer.  I hear a few chuckles from the smart kids in front on the room.  I shoot them an evil glare and they stop their laugh fest. 

My chemistry teacher lets out a long sigh and rubs her temples. 

“No, let me explain again.  Now if you look over here-”

I tune her out again.  I can’t handle this torture.  I am so tired and I don’t even realize that my arm gave out from under my chin and my face slammed against the table. 

“Jessica!”

“Yes, yes I am up.  What?  Who said my name?” I look up and see her scowling at me from across the room.  She’s doing something with her arm.  What is she doing?  My eyes are still foggy.  I rub them and notice she is pointing to the door.   Uh oh.

I slowly stand up and grab my book and my purse.  As I walk down the aisles of snickering students I make it to the door and quickly head out into the hallway. 

I stumble slightly but I make my way to the stairway and go down the steps and toward the front office. 

This is probably the third time I have gotten kicked out of chemistry class this past month.  The principal’s office is kind of like my skipping room.