The Lioness: Change

Thorin's POV

written by cristianaistypingnow

I can't believe that my bad luck is still affecting me.

And possibly the others.

~*~

What on earth is happening to us? I thought.

Things were happening. Strange and depressing events, at a rapid rate. Tree's gone. Gillian's still a bit sad and not her cheerful self. Analisa's worried about something she's hiding. Dianne's weird. Francis's stuck in something. Dan's too normal and proper to be true. Law's out-- and changed. Now none of them really talks much. Especially to me.

I watched as the Biology teacher showed us a jar of wriggling bacteria. Eww. I got stuck in the middle seat of the front row because I talked too much, especially Trafalgar after he got out. Speaking of him, even he wasn't interested in the science lessons but writing something like a mind assess report in his notebook and muttering to himself.

Am I really that untrustworthy?

"Thorin Hemstone, what is this type of bacteria called?"

I snapped to my attention and my pencil case smashed onto the floor. A roll of giggles began behind me, making me turn red in embarrassment. And I didn't know the answer to the teacher, Mr. Borin's (yes even his name is boring) question.

"Ummmmm..." I muttered and hesitated, unsure of what to do. Then from the corner of my eye I saw Law move his fingers... and formed an 'E'.

"Hemstone?" The teacher tapped the desk with his pen impatiently.

Can't you see that I'm thinking, you rat?! I thought and cursed as I racked my brains for a type of bacteria whose name starts with an 'E'.

"Urghhhh..." I began. "E.coli?"

The teacher rolled his pale brown eyes. I hear Carvol laugh and say in a loud voice to the one next to him, "That's a grade one bacteria," before he was silenced by a glare from the teacher. Law facepalmed in shame and disappointment. Cold sweat was actually pouring out of me like a broken dam.

"Unfortunately, the answer is Epulopiscium fishelsoni, size about 0.7 mm each. These are the second largest type of bacteria until the discovery of Thiomargarita namibiensis in 1999. You may sit down now, and make sure to see me straight after the lesson,"  he said, emphasizing the last line. The roll of giggles started again and I sat down with the same speed I stood up. Dan, sitting next me as compared to as talkative as me, handed over my pencil case with a sympathetic look in his eyes. I assured myself that at least all science teachers' grammar are forever worse than me, until Carvol kicked a pen towards me with 'STUPID' written on it in permanent marker. That pen was thrown away but my mental wound didn't heal as fast. I wanted to die. This instant.

~*~

'I felt that my bad luck could win the Nobel Prize. I had a tragic accident with a puddle, my friends got hurt, (both mentally and physically) another friend's gone, people are hiding things from me, and the science teacher toyed with me. (And now I have to write this)'

That was probably all the things in my mind, and now on the single-lined paper. The topic was: 'I felt that my... could win the Nobel Prize'. Such an easily written and hardly understoof piece of composition. I handed it in after an hour of elaboration, guess what I got from the English teacher?

*see first media picture*

I felt down to the bottom of the deepest pit in hell.

And I haven't mentioned Math, Geography and History. Just what is wrong with this school?

~*~

Visual Arts. The picture should appeal to your sight.

The title? 'Lemon".

HONESTLY SHE EXPECTS US TO DRAW A LEMON AND HAND IT IN?!!

I facepalmed. I dislike (drama teacher says hate is too extreme) school. Glancing around, I found Analisa and Gillian sketching, Francis writing paragraphs, and Dan was trying to make a model. Yes, trying. His now looked like a catastrophic banana, mashed up then squeezed together again to make a lumpy shape with two sharp ends that could kill people. Law was drawing a diagram too terrifying for me to see. Is that a pH scale I see? Then, I finally thought of an idea as time gradually ran out.

I grabbed the thickest brush, dipped it in the yellow paint I mixed at least an hour ago, and wrote in big letters:

*see second media picture*

I was pretty confident actually, since it was so far the best picture and original idea I had thought of.

So what happened? When it came back, I got 3 out of 10 marks.

In huge red letters on the back wrote: SEE ME!

Oh, c'mon! (I even drew a lemon!)

My bad luck is inexplainable. :(

But... is it really my fault that everyone's in a mess?