"It's my turn to light the Bunsen Burner," I protested feebly as
Hannah snatched the match away from my hand, laughing. "No it isn't,"
she said, calmly, striking out a flame and lighting the Bunsen Burner.
"Hannah!" I shrieked, grabbing the now burnt match in vain. I sighed.
That had been the fourth time in a row that she had kidnapped my match.
Ah well. I'd get her back one day...
"Class, you should be starting to boil the water by now," our science
teacher, Ms. Lauries, said, directing her stare at Hannah and me. I
grinned back sheepishly, then nudged Hannah, who had been holding the
beaker of water in the first place.
Hannah, who had been daydreaming as usual, was startled and the
beaker slipped from her fingers. I let out a shrill scream and tried to
grab it, but it dropped to the floor, the glass splintering into
millions of pieces, the barely boiled water seeping slowly through the
drains. Ms. Lauries gave us the Evil Eye, and the whole class turned
around to look. I felt so embarrassed that all I could do was just stare
at the floor and concentrate on wiggling my toes around in my shoes.
Hannah was smiling nonchalantly as if she hadn't done anything. "You
will come here after school and not only clean up this mess but help me
with some other things as well," Ms. Lauries told us sternly. "Yes, Ms.
Lauries," I replied meekly. "In this room," she added. "3:05 sharp, no
I nodded, then went off, fuming. That was practically a detention!
I'd have to get home more than an hour later! And the after school
bus... I shuddered at the thought. All those teachers and senior
students who liked to throw spitballs over your shoulder... I went back
to my work, glaring at Hannah, who immediately began to give me soppy
apologetic looks. I just couldn't resist her, and before we knew it, we
were laughing together again.
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