Frank's P.O.V.
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First period is Chemistry.
Not that I can complain, because the class isn't too bad. The teacher's decent and hasn't talked to me yet. I sit by myself at one of the tables on a stool. When class had begun, everyone had gotten on lab aprons and goggles, so I followed suit and did the same. The only difference was that everyone already had a lab partner. I don't, but I'm better off being independent.
"Okay, everyone. Today, we're going to do the lab on page 104 in your books," Mr. Quinn said, writing on the board "pg.104". I stare his ass, because hey, I'm gay as fuhk. I can tell a lot of the girls had the same idea, because when he turns back around, I feel this kind of unspoken drop of spirit flood the room.
There's a shifting and a turning of the book pages as everyone flips to page 104. I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to be doing, so I just look around and wait for everyone else to start moving. Sure enough, the scooting of stools can be heard as everyone heads up to the front to get the required ingredients. I do the same. It's hard to get down from the stool, but I manage.
I pick up one of everything, not really knowing what it is for. I head back to my stool and lay out the ingredients in front of me. "Make sure you guys read the directions!" Mr. Quinn chirps from behind his desk, and returns to whatever he was doing on his computer.
I hear him, but I don't listen.
I poor something into a glass cup that looks like water, and it sloshes around. I then add something that reminds me of salt, but I really can't tell what it is. I stir that up until everything has dissolved, and then I add a yellow liquid. Nothing happens except that the whole mixture is now yellow, but nothing blows up in my face. So far so good.
I look around at everyone else, but they're all leaning over their work. Like they don't want anyone to see. A kid behind me taps on my shoulder, and I turn around. The kid seems pretty tall, but he's sitting, so I can't be so sure. He's wearing glasses instead of goggles, and his dirty blonde hair is sticking out unevenly. "Can you get my pencil for me?" he asks, pointing at a small pencil underneath my stool, "I dropped it..."
I nod and climb down off of my stool, grabbing the guy's pencil for him. I return it with a small smile, and he smiles back. "I'm Mikey," he says politely, extending his gloved hand. I take it and shake it, saying, "Frankie. Nice to meet you." Mikey smiles again. "If you want, you could hang out with me at break and lunch," he offers, and I nod.
Thank God I had made a friend.
I continue on with the lab, and when all of my ingredients have been added, I look at the mixture. I'm not sure what it's supposed to be, but it's something. Without a second thought, I find myself grabbing the cup with my oven mitts on (I'm not even sure why I'm wearing them) and pouring the liquid down my throat. Suddenly, everyone has their eyes on me, mouths gaping. Then laughter follows, and Mr. Quinn looks up at me.
His eyes grow to the size of disks, and he jumps out of his chair to run to me. I look at him questioningly, and he yells at Mikey to take me to the nurse's office. I blink, and before I know it, Mikey is holding me by my arm and rushing me to the nurse's office.
