VHAT IZ ZIS? ANOZZER CHAPTER? I HAD BEEN UNDER THE INPRESSION THAT SAHARASIAM WAS DEAD! Well, no. Sorry about the UBER LONG WAIT, but I have my reasons. Anyhow….Woot! Another chapter! Thanks for the reviews, WybiE'z KiDnaPpeR, Rainfire of Riverclan, and St. Jack of randomness! ^-^ Oh, and pay attention to the POV, 'cause it will change every now and then. Possibly.
Coraline: Saharasiam doesn't own us, Henry Selick and Neil Gaiman OWN our animated butts!
Wybie: B-b-but, it's MY butt…
Coraline: -socks him in the arm- Get over it.
1st person POV with Wybie.
Ch. 2: In Which I Ruin My Favorite Class
Jonesy ran up to me as I walked out of the small classroom. I didn't say anything, I just walked on. I didn't really have anything to say, and I was still kinda shaky from being called out by Mrs. Larue, so talking was out of the question. But, stubborn as she is, Coraline slid in front of me with a slightly apologetic look on her face. Well, as apologetic as Jonesy could look. "Hey, sorry for getting you in trouble with 'The Grammar Freak'." I had to smile at her nickname for the old teacher.
"Eh, it's f-fine…" I shrugged, still unable to keep my residual stutter at bay. I couldn't really stay mad at Jonesy for too long. She smiled, and we started walking to our next class, history. She inhaled deeply, letting the air out in a long sigh.
"Soooo, Why-were-you-born, I heard we get to do a chemistry project in science class today." She said, attempting at making small talk.
"Y-yeah, it sounds like it's gonna be fun!" I stuttered, weaving in and out of the current of students.
"Soooo…." She sighed, stopping in the frame of the 5th period History doorway. "Would you…."
"What?" I muttered, growing suspicious.
"Do you wanna to be my lab partner?" She said, shifting her weight from leg to leg.
I was shocked. I mean, sure, we hang out, like, ALL THE TIME now, but I've always thought of myself as a fall-back friend for her. Truthfully, I have a slight crush on her. Well, actually, I have quite a LARGE crush on her. I mean, who could blame me? Her shiny blue hair, her deep hazel eyes….. Oh, gosh, ew. I can't believe I like her… I mean, I've never liked love! But then Jonesy came along, and- Oh man, her mouth is moving. WHAT IS SHE SAYING? I snap back to reality.
"Wybie? WHYYYY-biiiiiieeeeee?" She exclaims, waving her hand in front of my face.
"Uhhhh, what?" I said stupidly. She frowned as if my mere existence annoyed her.
"Well, what's your answer? Do you wanna be my partner or what?"
"Uh, s-sure." I stuttered. She smiled.
"Ok! See you there." She said back, running in the class to get a good seat. We sat down our stuff and ran off to the cafeteria for lunch.
Lunch went by uneventfully. As did History. Those two periods seemed to last forever, but finally, we got to science. On the chalkboard in Mr. Nielsen's science room were the different compounds and chemicals we had been studying for the past week and what NOT to mix them with. I took a seat beside Jonesy in the back of the class.
"I hope we get to blow some stuff up!" Jonesy said excitedly, swinging her legs around to make the rotating stool seat turn.
"I j-just hope I don't make something blow up when it's not supposed to…." I sighed remembering yesterday, and the day before that…..
"Psh, you worry too much. Hey, here comes Mr. Nielsen." She said, signaling for me to shut up.
"Hello class. Take out your green chemistry books and turn to page 56. Go ahead and put on your safety goggles, as you'll be needing them, and bring out your notes from Monday. That is, if they haven't been ruined in the last few explosions made by mister Lovat…" He said, sending a joking wink in my direction. A few classmates looked back at me and laughed. I slid as far out of view as I could. He doesn't mean anything bad by it, I know that by now. He's my favorite teacher and he seems to enjoy having me as a student (Heaven knows why…), but the truth is, it makes my really upset that I'm not all that good at chemistry. Science is my favorite subject, dang it! I'm the tinkerer, the one that creates things out of scrap metal. But, I guess I'm not good at paying attention during class. All of the calculations and trying to remember everything that should and should not go together, it just seems to put my little ADD mind on the fritz.
I caused my first problem ten minutes into class.
Apparently bleach and ammonia create a very noxious gas when mixed together.
Noxious enough to make three students puke.
It can also make the toughest boy in our class scream like a small girl.
That'll be the only good thing about today.
Psh, took me long enough, huh? Don't worry, few fans, we will get to the cat part soon enough, but I am writing a book as of late, and I'm actually serious about this one. Guh, sorry for this being so short... I AM A BAD PERSON! (runs over to the corner and weeps)
Thanks all, may your December be a lovely month, and Merry Christmas! (Or happy holidays, if you don't celebrate Christmas.) Ta-ta for now,
Saharasiam.
