Wow. Yes, behold an update that isn't TTP.

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I would like to take a few lines from this chapter to make an announcement to the anonymous reviewer known as 'abc' and anyone who would like to follow in the-person-of-unknown-gender's footsteps.

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Daniel Ashworth sat in front of his computer typing furiously, he was behind schedule with his plans already. More delays would cause problems which would delay it even further.

He paused to check something on the electronic device next to the monitor. A scorch mark was visible on the circuit board from a smaller explosion earlier that morning but the component had been easy enough to replace.

He resumed typing with vigour, he didn't notice his mobile phone vibrating until it fell of the table. He picked it up, flipping it open in a smooth hand movement.

"Ashworth," he answered.

"This is Sue Green; the vice principal at Tomlinscote Secondary, Jennifer's been called to the office again. She exploded goo over another girl in her class and a new boy."

"Do I have to pick her up again?" Daniel growled. He had resorted to typing with one handed and it was getting annoying.

"Not this time, it was just a minor incident but it is our policy to call home when they get sent to the office. You should know this"

"I do, I also have work to do so if you don't mind…"

"Of course," the vice principal said and hung up.

Daniel returned his full concentration back to the screen with just a muttered "bloody girl."

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Jenny sat outside the principal's office in her usual seat, her bag slung under her chair, sitting opposite her was an orange goo covered girl glaring daggers at her, not that the orange made much of a different from the bright orange 'tan' the girl normally sported.

Two seats across from the orange girl was James, also covered in the goo. He looked indecisive, not sure whether to be annoyed or amused. The room was almost silent. The only noise was coming from the goo dripping onto the linoleum floor. Jenny had noticed the signs of the experiment about to explode and as such had taken measures to avoid the goo and therefore was clean.

All three of them turned as the door opened and the principal walked out.

"You again Miss Ashworth," he sighed as he ushered them into his office.

"Yup. It wasn't my fault this time though, no one should let Felicity near a Bunsen burner" Jenny's casual attitude wasn't as surprising after observing her for only a day. Most people, when faced with some form of authority, would be meek and polite.

"This is the third chemistry incident this term"

"Yet every time, Felicity seems to be here as well. Are you seeing the trend yet?" Jenny asked mockingly. The principal sighed and rubbed his balding head.

"You really need to get over your petty grudges"

"I have no petty grudges, I should never have to partner with her though. It would instantly solve the problem"

"According to Miss Brookwood here, you caused the incident." The chemistry teacher had obviously retold Felicity's story to him.

"Uh, can I add my story?" James asked, he was getting the feeling they had forgotten about him. This was also the perfect opportunity to try to gain Jenny's trust. "I was put with them, I saw the whole thing, Felicity added the wrong chemical." Three pairs of eye looked at him.

"Are you sure? Miss Ashworth is a repeat offender for this"

"I'm sure"

"Very well, you two may go while I talk to Miss Brookwood. Mr Peters, you may want to get cleaned up first. You may use the showers in the changing room and wear your sports kit for the rest of the day." James received a hastily written note saying as much.

Jenny and James left the room in silence, Jenny picking up her bag from where she had left it. As they were walking back to class Jenny stopped and turned to James.

"I appreciate what you did back there but I didn't need you help, I don't know what you're trying to do but quit it," she growled at him before turning and carrying on down the hall way. James noticed she had stopped just in front of the changing rooms, he shrugged and entered, the goo was cold and he wanted to get rid of it.

Jenny was happy that she hadn't heard him follow her, she had stopped by the changing rooms for a reason, he would have no reason to continue walking with her and try to explain, she didn't want to hear what ever excuse he would come up with. If he had followed she would have heard his feet on the polished floor and been able ask why he was following her.

She wandered back to class and resumed the experiment, the teacher hadn't noticed her return and so she was left in peace. Her classmates didn't want to point her out, last time someone had pointed out her return they had found the result of the experiment in their sport kit. Nothing was proven though.

Ten minutes before the end of the lesson James returned in his sport kit, his hair still damp from the shower. Jenny could hear a few girls whispering about it and rolled her eyes. She didn't like most of the other girls. When she had moved to the area all the friendship groups had been formed and she wasn't in any of them. She didn't mind so much, they weren't her style, they were orange with bottle blond hair, she was pale with dark brown hair. They liked ogling boys and reading magazines, she liked drawing and climbing trees.

Adam had been a loner before she turned up and they had become friends because of their mutual interests and mutual loner instinct.

James came and sat back at the bench, looking through the instructions to figure out how far Jenny had gotten before his return.

"Three steps from the end," Jenny said without looking up from measuring the liquid. Looking at the instruction it did match up with what she was doing. The fact she had gotten so far without exploding anything should have proved she didn't cause the accident, accidentally anyway. He hadn't actually been sure who caused it but he had seen the other girl do something with a malicious expression.

He idly wondered if there was some history between the two girls, maybe he could ask Sam, he seemed to know everything. He was about to speak but Jenny interrupted.

"I don't need help with this. Try it and I know where more goo is..." she warned, seemingly never once taking her eyes of her work. She was using the slight reflection in the glass beakers to keep track of what he was doing. He didn't know that and so it creeped him out when Jenny then told him to stop making faces at his work and actually write something. He had immediately stopped and picked up his pen much to his surprise.

Jenny loved creeping people out.

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Would be longer, but it isn't for reasons that will remain unknown.

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