just blow it up [romi]

[HOT WHEELS]

Of all the days to walk into the science lab, today was most definitely not that day. In the depths of the room, a class had been taking place but that was no longer. The room was wet, every inch of it covered in old water, students soaked to the core. What had brought this about, one might ask? A busted pipe? No. An angry student with water powers? If only! No, instead it had been the fire system which led to the next question - what had triggered it?

In the midst of Chemistry, two young girls had been doing as they were told. But something had gone wrong. Terribly wrong. Perhaps one of them added too much of something, or not enough of the other, or hell maybe one of them decided it'd be hilarious to add in some whole new chemical compound and blow the entire left side of the chemistry lab up. Either way, that was exactly what had happened.

Now poor Marley Emerson sat in the back of the classroom with her dear friend Stella, her eyebrows singed and the tips of her hair burned, and a paper (dry) in front of her on which she was suppose to write two thousand words on why it was not okay to blow things in the chemistry lab up.

"I didn't even mean to."

[COPYCAT]

Chemistry had never been Stella's forte. It wasn't as though she didn't understand it--any drooling moron could have the faintest grasp on the subject--but just found it to be dreadfully boring. The teacher just seemed to droll on and on about carefully combining the hazardous chemicals, but, as usual, Stella's eyes remained locked on the window--a doorway to the outside world. The rapid fluttering of a vividly colored hummingbird had caught her undivided attention, and she sat, her pale face dreamily held up by her palms as her elbows rested on the desk before her, mindlessly musing upon the fact she had never shape shifted into such a creature before.

By the time it came for she and her partner, otherwise known as Marley (Stella always preferred to call everyone by their first names), the wily ginger was rather clueless as to what the first step she should take in regards to the experiment set out before her. An instant later, Stella emerged from behind a thick cloud of gray smoke, only to face an infuriated teacher with singed hair sticking straight up, and a face caked with dark powder. It was a good look for her.

Stella quickly found herself thrown into the back of the classroom as if she were some unfortunate delinquent when in actuality, the teacher should have been proud of the shining star pair's feat. No one else in the class had created such a monstrous explosion, nor had anyone taken a chunk out of the building itself. Clearly Stella and Marley were just on the next level compared to all these dinguses.

"It brings in a nice breeze if I do say so myself," The notorious Copycat mentioned, a typical uncouth grin spread across her fox-like features. If one looked closely enough at her pearly whites, they could spot the enlarged canines, their needle sharp tips clearly meant to tear through something other than the vegan delights she subjected herself to. Lifting up her pencil, Stella began to doodle a turtle with a beard, cane, and top hat rather than scribble down some sniveling essay. "I'm sure they'd appreciate this work of art instead of a pathetic, half-assed apology."

While carelessly shading in the black of the top hat, Stella flicked an apple red eye towards her pal. "How are you holding up there, Marley?" She inquired with an unusual, but heavily subtle concern in her voice. "That's a great hairstyle for you. Maybe you should add chemical explosions into your morning routine."

[HOT WHEELS]

She looked to where Stella was mentioning, blackened brows furrowing. Really, it wasn't even that big of a hole! The entire thing had just been an accident! Where the hell was the mercy, the justice! Neither of them had intended to make things explode! Or at least, Marley hadn't been although given the punishment, she wasn't regretting it in the least. On the other hand, she could not say if that had been Stella's intention or not. She wouldn't put it past her fox eyed friend.

Marley rubbed her forehead and stabbed at her paper with her pencil. "It's not like the apology matters. They might as well just give us extra training. What is an apology going to do? Tickle their hearts pink?" she scowled, stabbing at the sheet again. "They could have at least let us wash off." She felt so dirty and grimy, covered in ash and probably even chemicals from the aftermath! If she was going to write a half assed apology, she wanted to at least be clean!

Her eyes flicked to her friend's paper and, in spite of herself, Marley snickered. She should have been serious, but she was just too damn bitter to be so. "You might as well draw your representation of the teacher. I'm sure she'd love that," Marley stated, propping her elbow up on the arm of her wheelchair, head falling into the hand. "Make her fat with sagging boobs down to her knees and no eyebrows." Marley tapped her pencil on her paper and finally began to write. She would do it in the most insincere and snarky writer's voice she could muster and make it as excessively and needlessly worded as possible. She'd whip out the best of her vocabulary and maybe add in a few made up words, too.

Marley spared Stella a glance at the question. "I might just consider it. I'm especially fond of my eyebrows. I think I could rock the eyebrowless look. Maybe even pencil them on, what do you think?" she joked, smiling in bemusement. "You know, you look good black. You should be a black ginger, Stella."