Sorry to those that were following the original story. It went MIA for some reason so I deleted it and reposted it. In hind sight I should have just tried to delete the most recent chapter, but whats done is done. Hopefully all those that followed it before will find it again here.

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Mal and Jay opened the door to the science classroom. There were lab benches set up around the room for up to 4 kids. Mal and Jay picked one towards the back of the room. A tall, slender, man with an ominous expression on his face walked in and started handing out lab experiments while quickly explaining what this was covering. Mal and Jay just looked at the directions, they weren't even sure this was English. They tried to decipher the directions and watching what other groups were doing tried to at least copy along the best they could. Mr. Boyle didn't seem very interested in answering questions so Mal and Jay, ever resourceful, determined to figure it out themselves. Jay scanned the directions; he didn't quite understand what it was talking about. He figured the best way to get the various chemicals needed was to "borrow" some from the table next to them. Mal just charged right into the experiment, adding this or that without carefully following the instructions. Halfway through the class a suspicious fog was tumbling out of the beaker, Mal pulled out her spell book and attempted to magic it right, but without really understanding the chemical properties of what they had already done, adding a touch of magic was enough of a catalyst to make the fog melt everyone's shoes to the floor as it rolled over the floor and out the door. Mr. Boyle was quick to action and got everyone out safely and disposed of the dangerous concoction.

Once everyone was safe out in the hall he pulled Mal and Jay aside.
"And what exactly were you two thinking?"
"Um well you see, we were just trying to do that stupid experiment.." Jay started with not quite his usual smoothness.
"Clearly we misunderstood the directions." Mal supplied, making sure her spell book was safely stowed away in her book bag.

Mr. Boyle pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Guys, if you don't understand something you need to ask. I'm going to have to let the Fairy Godmother know about this incident and see what she recommends. I don't know how you managed to melt everyone's shoes but thank the gods no one was actually hurt."

Mr. Boyle now directed his attention to the rest of the class, "Everyone please go back to your dorm rooms and change and get new shoes, I don't know how the chemicals will affect your clothes, then head to your next class. Dismissed." The man decided to check the classroom and was relieved to find that the fog had fully reacted to the air in the room and any dangerous properties had worn off, he then went about picking up the equipment that was left out in the rush to evacuate the room and prepare for biology with the 9th graders.

"Good job Mal, evacuating the class on the first day!" Jay scoffed at her as they jogged back to their rooms to change.
"Shut up Jay, it's not like you were really helpful back there." She spat back. They changed quickly and headed off to PE and art, both eager for the only classes that seemed the tiniest bit interesting.

Carlos jumped when the bell rang announcing the end of his programing class. He had been so focused on his work he didn't notice the time. He quickly saved his work and logged off to make his way across the school to the science wing. Carlos was one of the last students to enter the room so there weren't many spots left to sit. He just sat in the first seat he came to. Mr. Boyle turned around after putting away a tray of beakers, saw Carlos sitting in his class and secretly wondered if the universe hated him and prayed to the gods that this one had more common sense than the other two.

"Ok, class, this is a two person lab today, the person next to you is your partner for the term." Mr. Boyle's voice boomed over the class. Carlos looked next to him to see the pretty blue eyed girl looking back at him, she looked terrified.
The girl took a breath, closed her eyes for a second, then looked back at Carlos, "Hi, I'm Jane."
"Carlos." He mumbled back shyly.

Mr. Boyle started his lecture for the first part of class and then started passing out trays to each group of two. When Carlos looked into the he saw laying there the biggest frog he had ever seen. Dead. He looked up at Jane, panic written all over his face. "What are we supposed to do with this?" he whispered.

"Dissect it." Jane responded with a dour look.
Carlos backed away from the frog shaking his head, "No, I can't."
"Carlos, are you okay?" Jane asked concerned.
"Carlos, sit down!" Mr. Boyle ordered from the table nearby.
Someone else snickered "Cruella's kid should be an expert at this."
Several other students made off colored comments about the situation as Carlos continued to back away shaking his head. When he finally felt the door he burst through it and ran down the hall. He really had no idea where he was going as he blindly ran, the only thing he could think of was getting as far away from that dead frog as he could. Carlos somehow ended up in one of the locker rooms that connected the school to the field house. He collapsed there, shaking, and put his arms over his head trying to get that frog out of his mind. It wasn't working.

"Well what do we have here?" a deep voice chuckled. Carlos glanced up to see a number of older boys staring down at him, the one that seemed to be their leader grabbed Carlos and pulled him to his feet, lifted him up easily and slammed him into the locker.
"Lemme go" the younger boy struggled but he knew he was no match for a team of boys that looked Jays age or older.

"Look guys it's the lost puppy from the isle" Carlos' face flushed at the words, and he made a last attempt to break free. The boy holding him up laughed at the attempt and nodded towards a door nearby, and the others opened it up. It appeared to be the equipment closet "you don't belong here runt." The boy whispered in Carlos' ear before pushing him down, giving him a few kicks, and slamming the door shut.

Carlos scrambled to his feet and banged on the locked door "Hey! Let me out!" But soon he could hear that the boys had left and the light in the locker room that had been coming through the crack on the bottom of the door was turned off. Carlos was in the pitch black darkness of an unknown equipment closet, in a far off locker room on the other side of campus. He reached for his phone only to remember that it was in his bag, that he had failed to grab in his rush to get out of the science lab. There was nothing for him to do but wait. It certainly wasn't his first time locked in a closet. But this was Auradon, it was supposed to be different here. They said it was different. They promised! Carlos slid down to the floor and pulled his knees up to his chest, a sob escaping as he struggled to breathe properly.