When Science Labs Explode
Disclaimer: We would like to make it clear that we IN NO WAY own or claim to own, or any rights to, or any trademarks of any characters recognizable from the Harry Potter series by Joanne Kathleen Rowling. Or any trademarks, rights to, express or implied, to the Calgary Board of Education, or anything else at all you may recognize from anywhere else.
We also in no way own Ransom Jr. High or any teachers therein. ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY THAT ARE NOT FROM THE HARRY POTTER SERIES WERE EXTRACTED FROM REAL LIFE AND ARE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE. PLEASE DO NOT SCREW AROUND WITH THEM, FOR WHATEVER REASON YOUR TWISTED MIND MAY THINK OF. However, we changed everyone's names (including our own). Neither do we mean to upset any supporters of the Canadian Alliance. If you support them, don't read this!
A/N: I wrote this with Ella Moon, so if you recognize her style of writing or word usage or whatever, then that'll be why. This is also my very first time posting so if things are a little screwed, I apologize. I'M LEARNING!!!
Chapter 1
School was starting again. As they got off their buses late, all the GATE kids walked into their school, Ransom Jr. High. They were mumbling things like:
"Lousy bus…"
"Wonder if Miss Andrews came this year?"
"I hate this school!"
"Do we have to eat on the floor again?"
"Are you buying lunch?", and the normal things fourteen-year-olds talk about when coming back to school. Some hugged. Others joked. Sucrose and Mike stole Kailie's pencil case, and a great chase ensued. They finally all settled down in Mrs. Seand's class.
"OK! Hi, guys, welcome back!" she said. She then proceeded to hand out schedules, and explain the Math curriculum. After an hour and seventeen minutes the bell rang and they moved over to Mrs. Tailiander's class, for their Science orientation. After the confirmation of chemistry later on, but Consumer Product Testing ("not again!"), it was off to options. Kaitlyn headed to Band. Lily was dancing because she didn't have Outdoor Ed. Ariadne and Kailie went off to drama. Airinne went to computers with Joy. Thirty-four minutes later they walked into their Humanities class. It had been Ms. Miller's last year, and they were terrified she'd decided to teach GATE. She was horrible, from what they'd seen. But, as they walked in, they all swarmed to the teacher's desk. In the room that now was covered with posters and calligraphic alphabets Miss Andrews was sitting at the desk. This was going to be better than last year. Someone to gripe with, thought mostly everyone. Someone to gab about Harry Potter with, thought Kaitlyn. Someone to talk to, thought Ally. Someone to rave about legends and mythology with, thought Lily. And, they all thought, a great Humanities teacher.
After an all-too-short thirty-four minutes, all the class went back to homeroom. At three the bell rang. Everyone got on the buses and went home.
The next turning point of the lives of these - I won't call them normal - grade nines, was in science sometime in late October or early November. They were doing a lab in Chemistry, and Airinne, who had always wanted to blow something up, went a little too overboard with a chemical. KABOOM! It rang down the halls. The roof was blown right off the top of the science lab. 9-1-1 was called immediately. When it came, they found a fuming Ms. Tailiander but no one was hurt. Actually, when the dust had cleared, Airinne had exclaimed "cool!", with her face covered in soot.
All the kids in the science class (all of GATE grade nine) were rushed to the hospital, but no one was harmed, although they did have to stay for a few days before they were let out. It was pretty hard to believe they'd all come out without a scratch.
When they were finally let out, though, they weren't allowed back at Ransom. All the other GATE kids were allowed to stay, but GATE grade nine would just have to find another school. But by then, the story of the terrible class who blew science labs sky-high had circulated to all the schools. They hadn't a school to go to. So, the GATE Parent Association did the good thing and started looking for schools outside of their hometown. They finally found a school. But - it was in Britain! There didn't seem to be any schools in Canada (or even the U.S.) that would take these poor outcast kids. A school in England - no one seemed to be able to obtain its name - was willing to take the kids. But it was a boarding school - and in England. The GATE Parent Association told the kids to look at it as an amazing opportunity! For only 2000 dollars to make sure about plane fare per person, and a lot of donated funds from the new school and the GATE Parent Association, all thirty kids got first class tickets to London, England! They were all very excited - and, anyway, where else were they supposed to go?
On their last day at home, Miss Andrews told them all something they were overjoyed to hear:
"I'm coming with you, you know," she said, beaming.
"WHAT?!" was the general cry resounded through the room. Included was the odd "SWEET!" and "WOO HOO!"
"I'm coming. You guys can watch over me - I hear they have a really good nurse there, and - would I ever leave you?"
All the kids grinned from ear-to-ear. They would be able to keep Miss Andrews fed - it was common knowledge she'd been very sick two years before. They ended their time at home with a big party. The next day, at three in the morning, they brought all their bags to the airport. They had quite a few. Kaitlyn's mom promised to send her some Ventolin every month, for her asthma. She toted her bags onto the conveyor belt, laughing with Sally, Fiona, Airinne, Lily, Kailie, Siri and most of the other girls. After that they lugged their carry-ons over to the waiting area and sat beside Miss Andrews. Kaitlyn and Miss Andrews had just gotten to discussing about how sad it was that Cedric had passed away when the lady at the desk told them that it was time for first class, children traveling alone, and families traveling with small children to board. They got to their seats. Kaitlyn had a window seat. Beside her were Kailie, and then Fiona. Across the aisle from Fiona were Airinne, Siri and Lily (who had fought over the window seat until Lily snarled and "tried" to claw the other two's eyes out. She was now triumphantly seated next to the window), in front were Bruce, Jody and Joy, across from them was Tarn, whose first name was Rick. He was trying to strike up a conversation with Joy, asking if she was his friend. She unendingly answered "maybe".
Then there were Sally and Sucrose. Mike was near the back of First Class. The two Kirks were very far apart. One was by Sucrose and the other was by himself (as usual). Norbert C. was reading Star Trek, and Norbert S. was using his laptop. So, erm... normal (normal for them, naturally. They're never normal in the normal way). So GATE, at any rate.
Hours later they arrived at the airport, after watching Forrest Gump in English. Kaitlyn had seen it in French, but was glad to hear it pronounced "Forrest Gump" rather than "Je m'appelle Forrest, Forrest Gooump". There were some people at the gate after they came out of customs, looking uncomfortable, that had a sign that said "Gifted and Talented Education" on it. They went over there.
"Erm… hullo… We're from - from your new school… we're the prefects…" said some kids. Their accent was music to Kaitlyn's ears.
"Prefects…?" asked Bart.
"They're like hall monitor people," answered Byron.
"Oh."
"Um… so… you wanna come?"
"What a stupid question, Edward! Of course they want to! Why else would they be here? And you call yourself a Ravenclaw!" one hissed at the other. This did not help the situation at all, it simply made Edward feel even more awkward. Not to mention stupidly idiotic.
"We've got some cars… lots… um… I guess you need your trunks then?"
"Trunks…?"
"We've got suitcases…"
"Well… Do you need to get them?" Another stupid question. Apparently Edward realized this because he turned bright red directly afterwards.
"Um… yeah… well… my ticket says carousel four…"
"Ok…"
"Should be right over here…"
With that they all walked off towards carousel four. When they all had all their baggage and had it on carts (it took rather a while), they went out to the cars. Limousines. All along a road. Someone whistled. (No one could figure out why they needed a whole row.)
"Wow. We're just us… cool limos!"
"Yeah!"
They all got a limo with their friends and drove off into the night. Well, actually it was more like late afternoon. But, oh well. Night sounds more dramatic.
Disclaimer: We would like to make it clear that we IN NO WAY own or claim to own, or any rights to, or any trademarks of any characters recognizable from the Harry Potter series by Joanne Kathleen Rowling. Or any trademarks, rights to, express or implied, to the Calgary Board of Education, or anything else at all you may recognize from anywhere else.
We also in no way own Ransom Jr. High or any teachers therein. ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY THAT ARE NOT FROM THE HARRY POTTER SERIES WERE EXTRACTED FROM REAL LIFE AND ARE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE. PLEASE DO NOT SCREW AROUND WITH THEM, FOR WHATEVER REASON YOUR TWISTED MIND MAY THINK OF. However, we changed everyone's names (including our own). Neither do we mean to upset any supporters of the Canadian Alliance. If you support them, don't read this!
A/N: I wrote this with Ella Moon, so if you recognize her style of writing or word usage or whatever, then that'll be why. This is also my very first time posting so if things are a little screwed, I apologize. I'M LEARNING!!!
Chapter 1
School was starting again. As they got off their buses late, all the GATE kids walked into their school, Ransom Jr. High. They were mumbling things like:
"Lousy bus…"
"Wonder if Miss Andrews came this year?"
"I hate this school!"
"Do we have to eat on the floor again?"
"Are you buying lunch?", and the normal things fourteen-year-olds talk about when coming back to school. Some hugged. Others joked. Sucrose and Mike stole Kailie's pencil case, and a great chase ensued. They finally all settled down in Mrs. Seand's class.
"OK! Hi, guys, welcome back!" she said. She then proceeded to hand out schedules, and explain the Math curriculum. After an hour and seventeen minutes the bell rang and they moved over to Mrs. Tailiander's class, for their Science orientation. After the confirmation of chemistry later on, but Consumer Product Testing ("not again!"), it was off to options. Kaitlyn headed to Band. Lily was dancing because she didn't have Outdoor Ed. Ariadne and Kailie went off to drama. Airinne went to computers with Joy. Thirty-four minutes later they walked into their Humanities class. It had been Ms. Miller's last year, and they were terrified she'd decided to teach GATE. She was horrible, from what they'd seen. But, as they walked in, they all swarmed to the teacher's desk. In the room that now was covered with posters and calligraphic alphabets Miss Andrews was sitting at the desk. This was going to be better than last year. Someone to gripe with, thought mostly everyone. Someone to gab about Harry Potter with, thought Kaitlyn. Someone to talk to, thought Ally. Someone to rave about legends and mythology with, thought Lily. And, they all thought, a great Humanities teacher.
After an all-too-short thirty-four minutes, all the class went back to homeroom. At three the bell rang. Everyone got on the buses and went home.
The next turning point of the lives of these - I won't call them normal - grade nines, was in science sometime in late October or early November. They were doing a lab in Chemistry, and Airinne, who had always wanted to blow something up, went a little too overboard with a chemical. KABOOM! It rang down the halls. The roof was blown right off the top of the science lab. 9-1-1 was called immediately. When it came, they found a fuming Ms. Tailiander but no one was hurt. Actually, when the dust had cleared, Airinne had exclaimed "cool!", with her face covered in soot.
All the kids in the science class (all of GATE grade nine) were rushed to the hospital, but no one was harmed, although they did have to stay for a few days before they were let out. It was pretty hard to believe they'd all come out without a scratch.
When they were finally let out, though, they weren't allowed back at Ransom. All the other GATE kids were allowed to stay, but GATE grade nine would just have to find another school. But by then, the story of the terrible class who blew science labs sky-high had circulated to all the schools. They hadn't a school to go to. So, the GATE Parent Association did the good thing and started looking for schools outside of their hometown. They finally found a school. But - it was in Britain! There didn't seem to be any schools in Canada (or even the U.S.) that would take these poor outcast kids. A school in England - no one seemed to be able to obtain its name - was willing to take the kids. But it was a boarding school - and in England. The GATE Parent Association told the kids to look at it as an amazing opportunity! For only 2000 dollars to make sure about plane fare per person, and a lot of donated funds from the new school and the GATE Parent Association, all thirty kids got first class tickets to London, England! They were all very excited - and, anyway, where else were they supposed to go?
On their last day at home, Miss Andrews told them all something they were overjoyed to hear:
"I'm coming with you, you know," she said, beaming.
"WHAT?!" was the general cry resounded through the room. Included was the odd "SWEET!" and "WOO HOO!"
"I'm coming. You guys can watch over me - I hear they have a really good nurse there, and - would I ever leave you?"
All the kids grinned from ear-to-ear. They would be able to keep Miss Andrews fed - it was common knowledge she'd been very sick two years before. They ended their time at home with a big party. The next day, at three in the morning, they brought all their bags to the airport. They had quite a few. Kaitlyn's mom promised to send her some Ventolin every month, for her asthma. She toted her bags onto the conveyor belt, laughing with Sally, Fiona, Airinne, Lily, Kailie, Siri and most of the other girls. After that they lugged their carry-ons over to the waiting area and sat beside Miss Andrews. Kaitlyn and Miss Andrews had just gotten to discussing about how sad it was that Cedric had passed away when the lady at the desk told them that it was time for first class, children traveling alone, and families traveling with small children to board. They got to their seats. Kaitlyn had a window seat. Beside her were Kailie, and then Fiona. Across the aisle from Fiona were Airinne, Siri and Lily (who had fought over the window seat until Lily snarled and "tried" to claw the other two's eyes out. She was now triumphantly seated next to the window), in front were Bruce, Jody and Joy, across from them was Tarn, whose first name was Rick. He was trying to strike up a conversation with Joy, asking if she was his friend. She unendingly answered "maybe".
Then there were Sally and Sucrose. Mike was near the back of First Class. The two Kirks were very far apart. One was by Sucrose and the other was by himself (as usual). Norbert C. was reading Star Trek, and Norbert S. was using his laptop. So, erm... normal (normal for them, naturally. They're never normal in the normal way). So GATE, at any rate.
Hours later they arrived at the airport, after watching Forrest Gump in English. Kaitlyn had seen it in French, but was glad to hear it pronounced "Forrest Gump" rather than "Je m'appelle Forrest, Forrest Gooump". There were some people at the gate after they came out of customs, looking uncomfortable, that had a sign that said "Gifted and Talented Education" on it. They went over there.
"Erm… hullo… We're from - from your new school… we're the prefects…" said some kids. Their accent was music to Kaitlyn's ears.
"Prefects…?" asked Bart.
"They're like hall monitor people," answered Byron.
"Oh."
"Um… so… you wanna come?"
"What a stupid question, Edward! Of course they want to! Why else would they be here? And you call yourself a Ravenclaw!" one hissed at the other. This did not help the situation at all, it simply made Edward feel even more awkward. Not to mention stupidly idiotic.
"We've got some cars… lots… um… I guess you need your trunks then?"
"Trunks…?"
"We've got suitcases…"
"Well… Do you need to get them?" Another stupid question. Apparently Edward realized this because he turned bright red directly afterwards.
"Um… yeah… well… my ticket says carousel four…"
"Ok…"
"Should be right over here…"
With that they all walked off towards carousel four. When they all had all their baggage and had it on carts (it took rather a while), they went out to the cars. Limousines. All along a road. Someone whistled. (No one could figure out why they needed a whole row.)
"Wow. We're just us… cool limos!"
"Yeah!"
They all got a limo with their friends and drove off into the night. Well, actually it was more like late afternoon. But, oh well. Night sounds more dramatic.