Prologue The Story of Eighth Grade Our Thoughts and Explanations This is a collection of our chaotic memories during the eighth grade. A story of betrayal, heartbreak, lust, greatness, happiness, love, and drama. A story of how James and Jade, aka Michelle, got together, and how they broke up. A story of how three people ended up with incredible scholarships. A story of how a new student can shift the balance of popularity in a school. Hopefully, these collections and memories in story form will be more...interesting and easier to comprehend. _______________________________________________ Do not post on this thread, post on the Feedback and Discussion Thread. A link to Feedback and Discussion thread is provided below. School Drama Feedback and Discussion Thread
Chapter One: The First Day James I thought my first day in eighth grade couldn't have started out better when I got a locker beside the hottest of us popular people at our school, Jade Michelle Salvatore, or Chelley. Turns out, it can. I walked into Mrs. Wall's room, my homeroom teacher, and discovered, I was in homeroom with all the other popular people, Michelle, Brandon, Carrie, Callia, Eva, the rest of them. We all looked expectantly at Mrs. Wall as the first bell rang. Don't look at me, Her stare seemed to tell us. I'll take attendance when I'm good and ready. So I turned to Michelle, who was busy checking her wavy blonde hair in a giant compact mirror. I saw her fold the mirror back up and stick it in her bra. Lust and attraction must have showed itself on my face because Michelle smiled at me. Then, I froze. Her blue-grey eyes locked with mine. We did one of those movie-like soul searching gazes, one that made me feel like she'd just learned all my secrets, and I'd learned hers. The sound of Mrs. Wall screaming my name sound faintly in the distance. The world span until there was only me and her. I saw her checking me out. She purposely dropped her pencil on the floor to the right of her blue desk, giving me a perfect view of her butt as she got up and went around the desk, bending over to pick it up. Mrs. Wall called my name a final time and I finally said here. Homeroom dismissed then, but I would never forget the way Jade or Michelle had looked at me. __________________________ This chapter comes in three parts. The morning, midday and lunch, and last period and afterschool.
Chapter One, The First Day: Part Two Michelle Mrs. Kohl actually expected me to work in science class. Yeah, right. Eighth grade science is basically biology. The only good thing about it is that my biology partner is the famous school-wide Brandon Matsuki. Even though I hate science, I know I'll get an 'A' with Brandon as my partner. He'll be easy to manipulate, being as he only thinks about girls and school. If I had to do anything wrong to make Brandon fall into my love spell, I was in the perfect location to do it: the back of the classroom. “Brandon,” I whispered as Mrs. Kohl gave directions on how we would dissect the heart of a big cat on our lab tables. “Can you do me a favor?” “Sure,” He replied, removing his hood off his black hoodie so I could see his face. “I sprayed some perfume on my bra earlier and I was wondering if you'd check and see if it is still strong and what not. Will you?” I asked, searching his brown eyes for lust and finding it. “Si-Since I already agr-agreed to do you a favor.” He said, leaning down toward my D-cup breast. I sighed as his nose lightly brushed my twins. “Smell anything yet?” I asked. “Not yet.” He said, although I knew he was lying as he pushed his medium length black hair out of his eyes. I moved closer, almost into his lap, I asked him would he help me dissect the lion heart. “You bet.” He said, his tongue touching my boobs. I giggled, and pushed him away, turning back to the oozing heart on our lab table. I watched as he did all the work, opening heart valves, the works. I wrote the summary of our very first science project in eighth grade, ironic because it was also the first day of school. I swished my hips up the aisle, all the way to Mrs. Kohl desk. She mumbled and wrote an 'A' beside both me and Brandon's name. “You got an 'A'.” She said with disgust. \|/|\|/|\|/|\|/|\|/ Brandon I'd seen the way Michelle and James had looked at each other in homeroom. So when Michelle ran to the back of the classroom and whispered we got an 'A' and started kissing me, just before she was intentionally giving me motorboat action, I was understandably confused. Eva Thorne eyed me and her suspiciously. I saw her pull out her cellphone through Michelle's wavy blonde hair. When Eva is on her phone, and then she slides it to the keypad, looks at you and smiles with malice, it can only mean one thing: you will regret your latest decision. I saw flashes, and realized people were taking pictures. I put my hood on, a good thing to hide my face with, since I have black hair to further hide it with. “What's going on back there?” Mrs. Kohl shouted, standing up from her desk which was behind a enclosed opaque glass wall on the other end of the classroom. Michelle quickly broke away. “Nothing. Me and Brandon are just talking about Fred and how funny he is.” Michelle lied. ___________________ Eva Third and fourth period went by pretty fast, and before I knew it, we were sitting at the A-List lunch table. Michelle put her spaghetti and meatballs down on the space of table next to her and climbed on top of the table. “Everyone, may I have your attention please.” She asked, her voice ringing out across the lunch room. All chatter ceased, heads turning to look at her at every lunch table in the room. “Eva Thorne, is a *****. What Brandon Matsuki and I do is none of her business, or yours for that matter. OK, you can eat now.” She said, blowing everyone a kiss before sitting back down. I stood up in outrage. “Callia, hold my earrings gurl.” I said. “It's fenna be a catfight.” I unclipped my diamond earrings, thrusting them into her hands. “I didn't do anything wrong except tell the whole school that you are obviously gonna be a cheating whore this year. Showing you bootie to James in homeroom and then swallowing Brandon in second period. After you gave him motorboat action!” I screamed.
Chapter One, The First Day: Part Three James Awww, mess. They are already fighting. Well, at least it's over me! Eva launched the first punch, causing a lip to immediately bust. Michelle put her hands up to protect herself too late. Before Michelle could rip out Eva's hair, a green ballet flat hit both of them each. Everyone turned to see Callia Moner, with food spilled all over the front of her yellow and green flowered pastel blouse and barefoot. “You idiots!” Callia yelled, tears streaming down her face. “You ruined my brand new blouse I just received from Yale! Yale friggin University!” Callia has some of the highest middle school academic marks in our county, coming in second to Brandon. All our grades were probably gonna drop when the teachers found out what happened to Callia. “I'm sorry Callia...” Eva and Michelle murmured. “Yeah, y'all will be.” Callia said, stalking out of the cafeteria. “Eva, baby, why are you so interested in James anyway?.” Ryan Snake asked, suspicion in his voice. “You sound like you think I'm interested in him.” Eva replied. “Ryan, lay off Eva. She's just looking out for me.” I said, standing up. “I asked Eva a question, James, not you.” Ryan replied. “It's my fault everyone.” Brandon said, removing his hood. “Oh, shut-up!” Everyone at the table said simultaneously. “Y'all are giving me a headache!” Gage Rivers said, standing up to throw his tray away. “Sit your blonde haired butt down.” Chris Ryall said. “Let's all sing!” Zacharius Zeron said. “Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be fr—” Carrie cut him off. “This is such a Tyler Perry movie, and Zach, quit trying to be the South African version of Fez from That 70's Show!” Carrie Sayte said, laughing to herself. “Carrie, I think your cool. Don't make me break your face.” Tamica Haven stated. “Hit her and it's me and you.” Skye Andrews said. “Yeah right! What happened to y'all. We were bestfriends and all of a sudden, Michelle is trying to kill Eva! Eva was just trying to make sure James wasn't being flimflammed.” Tamica said. Suddenly, Michelle backhanded Eva. “OK, I think that's enough.” Arielle Fabulous said, prancing up the lunch aisles, known as, the Walk. “Fighting is icky. Why not just argue, it's so much better.” “She's such an idiot.” Aaron Sest muttered. “Arguing is a form of fighting.” “I heard that!” Arielle said. Then, the bell rung. “This isn't over.” Every popular person at the table said. ~~~|~~~|~~~|~~~ Jesse Argos What jerks! They completely discard first period! First period happened to be gym. Since the sixteen of us all have the same schedule, I'll just tell you it. Homeroom First Period Gym Second Period Biology Third Period HomeEc. Fourth Period Gifted Math Lunch and Study Hall Fifth Period Gifted Social Studies or History Sixth Period English/Language Arts The Connections classes — Gym and HomeEc. — will change every nine weeks. I was behind Brandon and Michelle when they were kissing and...other things with Arielle in biology. I saw the whole thing. I also saw what caused her to do that. She wanted revenge after gym class. You see, while Michelle was running laps, James and Skye were humping in the boys locker room. I kinda...walked in on them. So I told Arielle, who told Carrie, who made a joke about it to Michelle cause she is ignorant. Mrs. Wall was talking about the Russian Revolution and the fall of the czars or tsars. I woke up with Mrs. Wall standing over me. “I should give you detention.” She said. “Class dismissed.” /\_\/_/\_\/_/\_\/_/\_/\ Arielle “Oh. My. God. Mrs. Barefoot! You know I need to be focused on the first school play! Quit trippin!” I shouted, telling the English teacher to back off with the questions. “Young lady!” Mrs. Barefoot screeched, running up to the whiteboard and writing my name on the possible detention list. What a douche! I thought. I shot daggers with my glare at the fifteen people who snickered, the rest of the class sorely afraid to. Chris downright laughed. “What is a gerund, Chris?” Chris immediately went on wannabe smart mode. “A gerund is a verb, such as hiking, that can take the place of a noun in a sentence like...” He stopped, walking up to the class smart board and picking up a smart pen. “Hiking,” He wrote and underlined in red. “is fun.” He finished in plain old black without underlining. “Not every verb can be a gerund though. Gerunds are created by adding the suffix -ing to a verb. An example of a verb that isn't, or can't become a gerund is understand.” He wrote understand italicized and in black. “Understand is an example of a stative verb—” “Stative verbs show little or no physical action.” Fae Jones said, like such a loser. Fae Jones thinks she's one of the other fifteen, but she's not. She's just a wannabe who will never be popular, and I can't wait for that Parkour fool, Samorce, to dump her! “Your temples pop out when you try to act and sound smart, Fae.” I said menacingly. “Yeah! Why'd you have to interrupt me in one of my greatest academic moments!” Chris all but shouted. “Always interrupting people...” Tamica tisked or tsked, whatever it is. I'm not the best speller, so this part my not be the best. [I said she was stupid earlier readers. Oh, this is Aaron calling her stupid by the way.] [Shut up Aaron.] She tried to sit at our table today too! If Samorce hadn't said yes, she wouldn't have sat with us, I can promise you that. Fae tried out for last years spring musical! Naturally I had to break her arm so she couldn't play a role. Fae Jones is the enemy. This year, she will go down. {~}_/\_{|}_\/_{|}_/\_{~}_\/_{|}_/\_{|}_\/_{~} Carrie I'm so glad I have such a good life. Watching and listening to everyone bash and make fun of Fae Jones was really saddening. It's kinda pathetic, the way she thinks she's cool... Well, when the bell rang for the last time that day, and we finished up at our lockers, the sixteen of us plus Fae went to the best pizzeria in Grovetown: Armando's Grill an Pizzeria. “I'm so hungry!” James said, rubbing his stomach. “What's up big sis?” James asked, going up to the counter and talking to his big brothers girlfriend, Ginnelys. “Dad, I need two pepperoni pizzas and a steak!” Ginnelys shouted to the kitchen. We pushed a few tables together and sat down. “Interesting day today,” My boyfriend Chris said, sitting beside me. “I agree.” Samorce replied. “Let's cut to the chase.” Arielle said. “This whole situation is really Jade's fault. Leading James on. But then there is the fact that James was dry humping Skye in first period gym. Then Michelle decided to get revenge by...doing things with Brandon in second period science. So then Eva snitched to the entire eighth grade by posting pictures of Brandon and Michelle on Facebook after telling everyone to look at them. If James hadn't been in trouble and in the office for calling Lexi Rain the b-word, he probably would've tried to kill Brandon! Then Jade flipped Callia's lunch tray.” “You're talking really fast, Arielle, but I thought I heard you just say this is all my fault.” Jade said. “I thought she said that too.” I said. I like the name Jade more than Michelle so I like to call her that. Just as Jade was about to start yelling at Arielle, our food came out. We all held hands and blessed the food before digging in. I was the one who ordered the steak, and man was it juicy! When we had finished eating, we all decided that it wasn't worth fighting about and we needed to just go home and rest.
Chapter Two: The Rumor King James A rumor had been started about the events on Monday. Rumors always have to start on Wednesday. That's why I hate Wednesdays! I had to squash this rumor quick. It was about the new girl, Sarah. Rumor had it me and her had a thing because she was assigned to be my biology partner and when I let her sit in my lap so she could read the textbook better because she had forgotten hers and I didn't want her to stress her neck. Try and show some compassion and they start rumors about you! You won't believe who started it this time, too. It was that dumb blonde Michelle. Her little blurey (blue and grey combined) eyes all innocent! I know it was her. With every fiber of my being, every blink if my eye, every pump of my heart, it was Michelle. It was all marvelous though, for now I can orchestrate a massive display of my popularity and power when I squash this rumor. Do you know that even the Principal Smallwood is asking me about it! Then that little hazel eyed brat, Arielle, who always has a hand to play against me was probably involved too! I decided to pay attention to detail that day as I walked into the cafeteria. The stone tiled walls. The smell of sterilization and delightful foods permeating through the air. When you enter the cafeteria from the eighth grade hallway you have to walk by the right wall and turn at the entrance to the sixth grade hallway. From there you either go to line A or B. I walked into line A, and everyone but Eva, Ryan, and Aaron moved out of the way for me to be first in line. I grabbed a tray and scooped some spaghetti onto my tray followed by a banana followed by a bag of Cheetos. I payed Mrs. Bonnie, the lunch lady at the cash register and traveled the Walk, all the way to my lunch table. You see, when you walk out of line A and B, the room is split in half, the middle being the Walk. There are lunch tables on one side, and lunch tables on the other, all being horizontal. But the A-list lunch table is at the end of the Walk and on both sides of the cafeteria at the halfway mark. Our lunch table is flanked by Grecian columns. I don't think I'd be able to explain the rest of the school layout without boring you. I sat down on the west side of the table if you were at the southern end if the table and looking at it vertically. Basically, I had a seat midway at the table and was facing the cafeteria. I hopped on top of the table, narrowly avoiding putting my foot in my food. Instantly everyone dropped there food onto there trays and stared at the front of room, looking at me with rapt attention. “Sarah Lycor please come to the front if the room.” I said, watching as the beautiful brunette got up and walked towards my table, anger in her brown eyes. “This morning, a rumor was started about me and Sarah. Jade. Michelle. Salvatore. She's the one who started it. I, in fact, want to be with the very girl who started the rumor. A lot in fact.” I imagined my voice to carry through the entire lunchroom. “Anyone who believed the rumor, well, they are dipwads,” I finished by sitting down with a satisfactory grin on my face, watching and listening as people nodded and lied saying "I never believed it!". What people do to be right these days... “Hey guys, do y'all realize what it would be like if there were SEVENTEEN of us?” Ryan asked. “It would probably tip the balance of power. Sarah being here shows that.” I replied. “I don't believe you.” Michelle whispered in my ear. “I don't believe you want me at all. I believe you want my body...” Conversations went on around me as I ignored her. Another new kid, York something, was attracting a large crowd at the southern end of the cafeteria. “Everyone, we have a problem.” Michelle said, following my gaze. “Come on, we have to fix that.” Everyone got up from the table, following Michelle and I. The crowd separated into two groups, forming a walkway for us as we made our way single filed to the source of the commotion. “What are you doing?” Jesse said immediately, venom in his voice. “Just talking to folks.” York said, his voice country and disgusting. “Wow. A little country loser with crooked teeth and a straw hat.” Tamica acknowledged absentmindedly. “What's with the food on your shirt?” I asked. “What food?” York replied questioningly. “This food,” I stated, before taking his tray and flipping it backwards, watching as spaghetti and meatballs, vanilla pudding, and applesauce splatter all over him. I turned around and walked back to my table, listening to the loud whispers of those at the other tables. I heard one kid say I'd just stabbed York and that's why he was going to the office to get a new shirt. When I sat down, I saw York standing behind Brandon who was sitting in front of me. The Walk is pretty long when you are popular, because you have to walk slowly and let people admire your awesomeness. I guess he had enough time to change shirts, seeing as he had a clean shirt on now. He glared at me before pulling Brandon out of his seat, shoving him to the floor, and punching me in my chest. As soon as he made contact I had half of him across the table and his arm twisted behind his back. Jesse and Gage were there instantaneously, grabbing his legs and lifting him off the table. I let go of his arm and watched as Gage secured his legs together and Jesse crossed his arms above his head. The entire eighth grade cheered the three of us on as Jesse and Gage folded him in half and place him in the trashcan at the center of the Walk. I dumped my lunch tray on top of him as he writhed and tried to escape the humiliation. A kid ran out of the boys bathroom. “I heard you choked York to death!” The kid said. Well, that's why they call me the Rumor King.
Chapter Three: The Dodgeball Game Of Tragedy Gage You know what my favorite period is? Gym! We have three gym teachers and each gym class is split between them. Jade, Ryan, Tamica, Arielle, and I have Coach Sneeringjer. James, Samorce, Skye, Aaron, and Eva have Coach Jennings. Jesse, Brandon, Carrie, Callia, Zach, and Chris have Coach Grant, our only girl coach, the other two coaches are guys. Today, we were playing dodgeball. Thank goodness Zach was absent or late today. The gym floor has two layers, one of them is a basketball court, the other is our customized dodgeball court. All we have to do is press a button and the basketball court will lift on a pole and slowly fold up and we usually prop it up against the wall. The customized dodgeball court is a gargantuan or humongous circle split into three sections, one for each coach's team. There is a hundred students in eighth grade first period gym. So each team is pretty even. We all got into our different sections and watched as James and Coach Jennings put the dodge-balls in the middle of the court. James got back into place just as the whistle blew. Skye was first to reach the balls, launching one at my coach's class. She scrambled back as Jesse threw one in her direction. That York kid who was on Coach Grants team tried to hit James with the ball but he caught it, making York out! “Strategize! Everyone, crouch down and then throw using different degrees to give yourself a seventy-five percent probability to hit the...” I could hear Callia and Brandon telling Coach Grant's class. I threw a ball that hit Chris right in the chest, knocking him to the floor. A ball flew out of nowhere at high speeds towards Coach Jenning's team, causing everyone but Samorce to move out the way. Samorce turned and ran, the ball chasing him to the wall. Samorce didn't stop at the wall, he ran right up it, flipped, and caught the ball before it hit the wall. I saw him turn over the ball, looking for something, I guessed. “Zacharius Zeron, you are out!” He shouted, walking up to the borderline and pointing out the sly Zach; no one but Grant's class had noticed his arrival. Eighth graders elsewhere were waging war too. I saw Skye get her leg knocked from under her by Tamica. Skye sulked in the penalty box, basically where people who were out in a game and the timeout kids were placed. Pretty soon, everyone but Brandon, Tamica, Michelle (don't know why!), Samorce, James, Eva, Jesse, Callia, me, and some other people where out. Those other irrelevant people? Well, they dwindled to just one on each of the teams. Brandon and Callia had a huge supply of dodge-balls, and, no surprise, Callia was cowering behind Jesse, not throwing one at all. Finally, Callia let one of the dudes on her team hold a ball from her supply. At that moment Samorce threw a ball that hit me right in the chest. Cheers rang out from the penalty box as Samorce flipped on the wall again for his victory. Why’d I have to get distracted!? That left Michelle, Tamica, and the guy whose name he told me was Utho. As I walked past Utho, I heard a thunk behind me. When I turned around, Michelle was on the ground, her blonde hair stained with red. Blood bubbled from her nose and mouth, her eyes glazed over. “Jade!” James screamed, running towards her and kneeling down, propping up her head. “Brandon, come here, her breath smells…strange.” James’ head started to loll forward and I quickly ran and pulled him away from Michelle; he was right, I could smell a strange aroma the closer I got to Michelle that made me want to pass out. Brandon came over and opened Chelley’s (another name Jade goes by. Jade is her real name, Michelle is her middle, Chelley is her nickname) mouth and placed his nose a few centimeters from it. He gagged and quickly plugged his nose. “It’s chloroform. It knocks people out like when you put a rag over someone’s mouth and nose and they fall asleep? The stuff on it is chloroform. She needs to go to the hospital.” Brandon said, trying his best to carry her. James took her and kissed her forehead. Slowly, people began to walk forward from the penalty box, people whispering in her ear she'd be okay as the fifteen of us plus Jade, made our way to the school medical van. James got in the medical van with her, holding her hand as he sat beside her. Tears slid down his cheeks… talk about some empathy. “Are we going with y’all?” I asked, pointing to the rest of us. “If you want…” James approved. “You all know I have a slight history of manipulating and lying but... I really care about her.” We all nodded in reply. As we turned to the school parking lot where I'd called my high school friends to pick us up and take us to the hospital on the way to the van, I couldn't help but feel something was wrong. How had chloroform gotten into Chelley's mouth in the first place? Through her water bottle? Was someone out to get us? Was York trying to get us killed? I got in my friend Chad's car and got a glimpse of Callia putting a vial into her purse. On the side on the bottle was written CHEMICAL! DANGER! She smiled at me with evil in her eyes. “Keep quiet or you're next.” She whispered to me as she got in the backseat.
Chapter Four: Hostage Jade Thumping, it was all I could hear. I couldn't stand it anymore. Thumping, neither there nor here. Get it out of my head. Thumping, what's that in my ears. It's coming from everywhere. Thumping, a deep lyrical thumping. Like a few slurred notes. Thumping, like the base drum. I felt kind of dumb. Thumping, a melodic hum. Where did that come from? Those thoughts ran continuously through my mind. I couldn't see nor hear, but I heard it in my mind. Then, I opened my eyes. The loud thumps I'd heard before no longer sounded. I guess the anesthesia had wore off. What a fatal mistake it was to open my eyes. The doctors and nurses trying to fix me lay on the ground, blood pooling around them. Scratches covered their faces and bullet wounds were everywhere. Lacerations and deep indentations had destroyed their craniums and brain tissue was oozing out from the pressure. My voice wasn't quite back yet, but I managed a garbled scream. The machine trying to clean my blood had been shot up. I was in a strange room. I imagined people would have called it sterile before someone shot up the place or whatever they had done, but at the moment, I thought it looked sinister... The dialysis tubing machine had stop, and no blood was currently getting in and out of my body. When I examined the little chart thing on me, it said I had 3,300 ppb of chloroform in my blood. Ppb meant parts per billion... But why was there so much chloroform in my blood. It didn't take a scientist to know that those levels of chloroform in the bloodstream was toxic. That's when the shadows came, swimming in and out of my view. Mist began to cover the glass window that let me see into the hallway from the ER room I was in, obscuring my vision even more. Suddenly, cracks formed on the glass, and before I knew it, the window had busted inward, glass flying everywhere. Blood began to leak out of the machine, soaking me and my bed with the toxic chiz. ______|----------|______|----------|______ Callia What was happening. One second, we're all sitting in the waiting room, the next, we're on the ground in fear. He wore a mask like the one in the movie Halloween. A large gun was strapped to his back and in one hand he held a large serrated knife and in the other he held a thorny tree-branch the length of James' leg. He immediately put the knife in it's sheath and pulled out the gun, shooting Arielle with skill thrice that of a sniper. The ability to incapacitate with the use of only one hand... I was awestruck and afraid at the same time. He put the gun back and started swinging the branch around, simultaneously hitting Aaron who was coming from behind. “Stay down or die.” He whispered, before walking into the main building. I waited several minutes before standing up and examining the place where the homicidal psychopath had stood. There it was. A small drop of blood, probably there because of an accidental cut he'd given himself while putting the knife in the sheath that he and the rest of us hadn't noticed. I took a vial of out my purse, an empty one of course, and took out a glass slide that I kept in a small, extremely cushioned, impact-resistant case I'd bought for occasions such as these. You never know when you might find something worth looking at under the microscope. Am I intelligent or what? I quietly scraped the few drops of blood into the vial, wiping the slide clean with some special paper I had inside the case. I swiftly put everything back inside the case and into my purse, getting on my knees and motioning for Brandon to follow. I slipped through the door as quietly as I could, Brandon using his Japanese ninja skills that all Asians from the region he'd lived in had, and we slowly headed to the laboratory. ~~~ It had taken a good while for us to get to the laboratory safely, but we finally reached it. I silently headed for a microscope, turning the light on on (Yes, two "on"s, you may have to reread it if you're an imbecile) one of them and taking out the vial. I prepared a new slide and put on a glass cover slip over the blood. I handed the vial to Brandon as he prepared his own slide. “I'm thinking a Deoxyribonucleic Acid bomb.” I whispered. “We can get what we need from a few blood cells and the chemicals and powders they have around here.” Brandon nodded in consent, both of us working in unison to focus our high-tech microscopes. We began to isolate a few simple white-blood cells. I treated the blood with different detergents to break open the cell membranes, spilling the contents. I then put in enzymes to break down all the protein, ribonucleic acid, sugars and fats in the solution. I put some ethanol in the solution, allowing the deoxyribonucleic acid to dissolve into it but not the other components of the cell, allowing the separation of deoxyribonucleic acid to be extracted and used for analysis. After all that, the sweat and everything, we made a small cut on one of his major veins on his arm and dropped some onto the guys DNA. We watched as Brandon's white-blood cells attacked the psychopaths blood. I dropped a few beads of nitrogen in the solution, stopping the process. Brandon began dropping small amounts of trichloromethane and other organochlorine compounds. I added some halogens and a few other compounds and put them into a new vial. “Let's move...” Brandon whispered. Brandon handed the newly created pathogen to me, and I handled it with the utmost care, never shaking it, never allowing the contents to move at all. That's when we saw him. He was on Jade's hall. Slowly, we saw him slaughter the doctors and nurses alike, shooting at the dialysis machine. “Oh, no!” I whispered. As the killer walked out of her room, we retreated around the corner. After a minute or so, we followed him to his new location in the hospital. “Shake it up.” I said, handing the Deoxyribonucleic Acid bomb to Brandon. “You can throw farther.” Brandon slowly shook it up, mixing the contents. “Get down!” He commanded, and I hit the floor. He threw it, and I could hear the glass shatter. I had created the bomb so that as soon as the nitrogen felt a temperature above what was sustainable to still be frozen, it would melt. Once that happened, the specialized pathogen would immediately rearrange itself so that the molecule would diffuse into the atmosphere fast than the white-blood cells could eat at the guys deoxyribonucleic acid, allowing the man no time to run before the pathogen infected him and Brandon's white-blood cells attacked the rest of his body's deoxyribonucleic acid or his DNA. Anywhere he had walked, touched, and anything of the sort, would be attacked until the pathogen could no longer find an evidence of him. That's when the pain hit him and me. Brandon and I slowly sank down to the ground, succumbing to the pain. _______________________________________________ Do not post on this thread, post on the Feedback and Discussion Thread. A link to Feedback and Discussion thread is provided below. School Drama Feedback and Discussion Thread