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Finns p.o.v
Science class, we had a different teacher. He walked in brown hair to about his shoulders blue circular glasses and a old timely brown tux and white gloves . "Hello my name is Mr. Petrivok and I'll be your science teacher " as he writes out his name on the board. " Today we'll be talking about medieval times ". " I have brought in some discoveries of mine" he said as he took off a old brown nap sack of his back. He starts pulling items out I see two old bow and arrow and a spear with a metal sharp end but a wooden stick to hold on to. But, what really surprised me was what he pulled out next a golden crown that shined so brightly it must be real with dazzling three red rubies. It was only fit for a king ! " Class sort your selfs into three equal groups ". After a minute or two of chaos they sorted we sorted ourselves into three groups. A girl with brown hair and wearing an excessive amount of pink clothing . I studied her face trying to remember who she was. Oh I remember it was Bonnie a stuck up smartie who wouldn't give anyone the time of day unless there IQ was above a certain number. I used to follow her around her warm chocolate brown eyes leading me in though she was never sedictive . She had that raw leader material and confidence that made you want to follow her. " Isn't medieval times more of a history lesson than a science lesson ?" . Bonnie always trying to out smart the teachers I have to give it to her she does exceed though. "Well if you let me continue you would have known that we're testing the DNA on these items" said showing up Bonnie. Bonnie hiding behind the group she's in embarrassed among her high matinance friends. " Get prepared to take a DNA test so sit down in your groups". A boy with black hair and torn jeans and white shirt with a black leather jacket came up to . " My group wants to sample the DNA on the crown" he said as he reached for the crown. grabbed the crown pulling it to his body defensively. He spit at the boY through his teeth " not this one it's special, it's delicate". "Why ?" asked the boy a little confused. "Ice, it controls, fills me , saves me" Mr. Petrivok says. A window burst open snow and cold wind flowing in. It's July and the suns shining. I look back at eyes dark, empty, cold, soulless almost.
