10_Past

Before the mutants...

A week to the deadline, no anti-aging gas.

Everyone was freaking out.

Katherine was almost in tears.

I was still hunched over my notes trying to figure out what we were doing wrong.

Kate was sprawled on the table top.

Kay was doing her homework on one of the tables behind us.

"Please let me die..."

She kept groaning

I rolled my eyes.

"Please can you let me think?"

She let out a loud groan and curled herself into a fetal position right there on the table top with test tube racks and bunsen burners.

I placed my forefingers on my temple and rubbed. I was already feeling a headache brewing.

"Kate, you know acting like a child throwing a tantrum is not going to magically make the gas appear"

She uncurled herself and slowly climbed down from the table, more like crawled down. Kate was not one to take corrections, which was one of her biggest flaws.