The slimy frogs just look at her. They know that she can and will help them. Mia, an animal lover and rescuer, is going through a mental argument. Today we are supposed to have a substitute teacher for science, but where is he? I know that substitutes don't particularly care about being on time, but class should have started a good fifteen minutes ago.
I go back to investigating the lesson; different classroom, slimy green blood on the chair, a room full of frogs in jars, no windows, I know what we're doing in class today. Dissection. I hate science. All we ever do is work out different ways to kill and take apart things. And why frogs? Please. I beg silently. Please Mia, please don't make us do this. You can easily just flick your wrist. It's not that hard. Please cancel this lesson. She must have heard my prayers because I see her raise her left hand into the air. I wish I could film this. Three, two, one, Pop! The lid of every jar of frogs bursts and the frogs escape, bouncing their way to the door, creating a barricade of winter and summer glass.
Winter glass is a special type of glass that teachers use because of Mia. They were told that she would try to explode the lids off anything, and so they use winter glass so that when it explodes, it reforms in an instant. I guess they liked the idea so much that they created summer glass that sticks to people when it explodes, like how the air seems to stick to you in the hot summer days. I don't think they realised that when glass explodes, it's sharp. I just know that the detention keeper, Mr Zerdon, will be expecting us all next Friday.
