Soulmate {Book Two} The Vioval Ritual

🔮 Chapter Six ~ Wilson's POV 🔮

Science is one of my favorite subjects in school; when I don't have a book, I whip out a SciencePower 8 and get to reading.
          I'm already in my seat when the music begins to play through the speakers. A few more people file into the classroom---mainly the rowdy boys and prissy girls of the class---followed by Mme Godreau. Kennedy shuffles over to her seat beside me right after the bell rings.
          Mme Godreau tries for everyone's attention---with the help of Ross's booming voice. "Alright, guys. Today I've decided to take it easy. We were supposed to do a worksheet, but I thought you'd prefer a lab experiment instead."
          A commotion starts up all around me, hushed conversations erupting in the room. I hear a "Yes!" whispered beside me, and I glance to my right. Kennedy's hands are clasped together eagerly, and she's on the edge of her chair---her wiggle-chair, that is.
          I, on the other hand, am not so excited. I have no desire to go back to the place I've been trying to avoid since that last night I slept there. I had a dream that night; Willnia was leaving me again. I don't fancy revisiting that.
          I spot Kennedy staring at me, her smile having dropped into a tight line. "Oh yeah...well, surely we aren't working with the same chemicals. They ran out. The portal can't be recreated." she tells me in a low voice.
          "How can you be sure? In the other dimension, they had a whole box of them in the basement vault." I point out, crossing my legs under the table.
          "Those would've been for the other classes doing the same experiment we were the day we discovered the portal." she explains. "My friends all told me about how they did it, too. The box would be empty now."
          "I guess. If they ever restock, should we...?" I dare to ask. I doubt she'd approve of giving Willnia a visit.
          "No. Too dangerous. We couldn't if we wanted to, anyway. They won't restock because they don't need those chemicals anymore."
          "What about next year, though? Wouldn't they want to have them for next year's classes?"
          "My friend told me someone was screwing around and really messed something up. I heard they made some sort of toxic smoke because they got the ratios wrong. So, they opted to discontinue the experiment."
          "Oh. That's kinda dumb. Not all of us would mess up that bad. Our class did fine."
          Kennedy raises an eyebrow at me. "Oh, really? Aren't you forgetting the fact that you screwed up the ratios too? Sure, we discovered another dimension, but it could've ended up toxic."
          "But it didn't."
          "But it could have."
          Our quiet conversation was brought to an end by the screeching of about twenty four chairs as people stand to leave.
          I attempt to stand up without pushing my chair away from the table, instantly regretting it when my knee hits the underside of the table. There's a flash of pain and I take a sharp breath through my teeth, but it's gone in an instant. Kennedy suppresses a laugh and I shoot her an annoyed look. She raises a challenging eyebrow and I roll my eyes.
          We exit the classroom last, Kennedy catching up with Kyle by the door. I walk alone behind them, watching them talk and laugh. It reminds me of the good old days, when Willnia was around to keep me company. We used to go everywhere like that.
          Mme Godreau unlocks the science lab door and ushers all of us inside, shutting it after I've entered the room.
          I wander to one of the counters at the back, by the glass cabinets. Kennedy leads Kyle over to the same counter, standing across from me.
          Once everyone is settled, the teacher starts to explain the experiment. "Today, we're going to make snow that doesn't melt."
          Confused murmurs ripple through the class at the statement. I remain undeterred, my interest piqued.
          Mme Godreau then reveals the ingredients we'll be using, and I feel like I've stopped breathing.
          There's a blue vial.
          I tell myself there's no way there could be a red one, too, until I spot a hint of ruby glinting in the sunlight streaming in through the windows. I adjust my position to see better, and sure enough, there it is.
          The items needed to create the Vioval Portal will be in my hands once again.
          Kennedy seems to have noticed the vials, too, because her formerly eager expression is now dripping with dread. She glances at me with concern; she's more worried about what I'll do than what I'll feel. A smirk creeps onto my lips and she inhales deeply as a look of realization stretches across her face.
          Don't worry, Willnia. You won't have to wait any longer.