Science is the most boring subject ever created, besides Math. But, it's a little better when we get to do something in the lab.
"We'll be using mildly dangerous chemicals, so be careful, and don't do anything unless I say to do it." Mme Godreau instructs. "I'm talking to you, Ross." she adds, throwing a glance to the boy I've known nine years.
"I know." Ross says, Wesley snickering beside him.
"If I thought you knew, I wouldn't be telling you." Mme Godreau fires back. A few people in the class laugh.
"Get wrecked!" Wilson says from beside me, and I shake my head at him. "What?" he wonders.
"I'm disappointed." I sigh, chuckling toward the end.
As I stand up to follow the rest of the class out of the room, Wilson crosses his arms beside me. "It was a good roast."
I sigh again. "Let's just go."
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We all stand in the lab, Wilson partnering up with me because Kyle is out sick today. In front of us is a rack of vials, each filled with a different coloured liquid. There's also a glass beaker.
"Alright. First, you're gonna take the blue liquid and pour it into the beaker." Mme Godreau says. I take the blue vial and pour all of its contents into the beaker. "Next, take the red liquid and only put in a drop. No more than that."
I reach for the red vial, only to see that Wilson beat me to it. "I want to do it." he tells me.
"Okay. But remember, just a drop." I say, only to find him pouring in the entire thing. "Wilson, stop!" I whisper-yell; I can't have Mme Godreau thinking we messed up, or we could get a bad mark.
Instantly, Wilson puts the vial down. It's already empty.
"You dumb! She said a drop and no more! Who knows what could happen now..." I trail off, exhaling in frustration.
"Sorry, I didn't hear her." Wilson shrugs it off like he didn't just make a possibly deadly mixture.
Suddenly, a violet plume of smoke rises from the beaker, forming an oval above us. A strange texture spreads out from the middle, creating a surface like water.
No one has seen it yet, so I clasp my hand over the opening of the beaker, stopping the flow of the smoke. The weird oval disappears as quickly as it had come.
"What was that?" Wilson asks in a low voice.
"I have no idea." I reply, deciding to get rid of the mixture and make a new one---correctly, this time.
In the end, we had made a liquid that became a gas when poured, like liquid nitrogen. It was quite an interesting lesson, actually. But the whole time, all I could think about was the oval.
Then, I get an idea.
"You wanna sneak in the lab at Lunch tomorrow and investigate that smoke oval with me?" I ask Wilson as we get our stuff from our lockers to leave for the day.
"Sounds like a plan."
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Soulmate
Humor{Book One} Kennedy and Wilson are normal students at Bayside Middle School. Until they discover the Vioval Portal. They are taken to an alternate dimension, where everyone they know has been transformed into their opposite genders. As Kennedy tries...
