love/hate school

POV: Lydia

I walked into the classroom with my head held high and sat down in my seat at the very front of the class. The lab that was scheduled for today was combing various chemicals and seeing what their outcome would be. That would be perfectly fine, if not for the fact that this lab was unguided, and that we were in the same room as some of the frat boys who thought Jägermeister and Red Bull would be a good idea. Very dangerous in my opinion, but the professor never listens to me. After giving us a ten minute lecture on the proper way to wear our gloves, Mr. Marion finally released us to do the lab. My partner and I put on our lab coats and goggles and went straight to work.

I was obstinate about not letting my partner Valerie touch any of the chemicals as I gingerly placed each one on the table. I remembered all too well the accident that occurred last time we did this type of lab. Somehow she managed to create an acid that ate through three inches of the table and managed to fall onto my backpack destroying my phone and all of the homework . I honestly don't have the patience to prevent her from doing so other than simply having her do nothing and be silent. Just as I was about to grab one of the beakers, I got a strange feeling in the back of my head. It seemed like a rapid spinning motion as if I had just stopped twirling around and the world around me refuses to do the same. I then turn around, as I did I saw numbers glow bright red above the heads of the people behind me. The equation that they spelled was simple. Well, simple to me, and the outcome was even simpler. But not wanted.

"Excuse me?" I abandoned our lab but not before giving Valerie a narrowed eye look and then walked up to their table.

"What?!" Maggie Kline snapped, known for keeping a wide circle of friends without attending to them.

I met her when the school year started. She was a bright young woman, if only she could just control her temper and ... her hair. It was up in some sort of ponytail that didn't flatter her blond hair at all. I would bet that she hasn't combed it out in at least a day or two, make that three. Oh well, I cannot help every unhappy soul that I come in contact with.

I cleared my throat. What came out of my mouth moments later was unsuppressed babble that spilled out without much thought to why.

"If you combine those two chemicals, you won't be prepared for when they boil over and erode the table's surface, likely seeping all the way through it. The pH level of that would be insanely high, and I'm surprised that it's even possible to create such a thing in this classroom setting. It will more than most likely burn through the floor, as well as fall into the into to connective matter class below us, which will probably sear anyone's flesh with agonizing results should it land on a person. I would advise caution and do be diligent in your work." I nodded my head, quite satisfied at my extensive understanding of molecular structures.

Maggie rolled her eyes and grabbed the tubes from her partner, who instantly lurched back from the desk nearly falling into another student in her haist. I sighed and rolled my own eyes before heading back to attend my own work. This wasn't exactly one of the best classes to choose as an extra; most people seem to believe that art and such would make for a better time waster. Actually, I would have struggled with that if I wasn't in the same class as Jay. Yet mixing chemicals did hold some excitement for me, and the math was no obstacle- besides a fun one. To my relief, no screams of terror echoed from Maggie's table. Perhaps the bitch decided to head my warning for once.

Class continued like this for a while with quiet determination from all of the students under the bored yet watchful eyes of the professor. The class itself wasn't necessarily an exciting one, but it still seemed at least slightly useful. I mostly took it, believing I'd be able to gain an understanding of this power Jay and I had through possible biological research. It wasn't at all likely, but maybe someone else just might have had the same idea. We can't be the only ones like this, can we?

When the class ended with no casualties I was both surprised and disappointed. I could have done with a good scare and a small heroic moment. But now that the distraction had ended my mind wandered back to the nightmare, that gradually seemed more real with each passing moment. The feeling it gave me could not be a coincidence. My head throbbed lightly and I rubbed at it as I made my way down the hallways to my next class.