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McNugget
Neck Tie the Science Guy
Today was a special day. Mr. Cooper the chemistry teacher and his ninth graders were doing a science experiment. Among his students was yours truly, Stuart French, Neck Tie Boy. What could possibly go wrong?
‘Alright, calm down everybody!’ Mr. Cooper clapped his hands and clasped them together in a firm grip. ‘Settle down, please! Put on your safety goggles.’
The teacher marched down the aisle between the lab desks, kind of like a flight attendant performing the cabin checks moments before take-off.
‘In front of you is a bottle of diluted hydrogen peroxide. You're working with chemicals so please, please follow my instructions very carefully! First, pour half a cup of the hydrogen peroxide into the flask. . . and then bla bla bla bla bla bla bla. . .’
Neck Tie wasn’t really listening to Mr. Cooper. His chin was on his arms folded over the desk and he was barely paying attention. A little sadness had stolen him from the fun experiment that he had been looking forward to all week.
He sighed, remembering that Jace hadn’t talked to him since the incident. The silence was mutual. Even though the musical was round the corner and he was dangerously under-rehearsed, Neck Tie was missing music practice again because he didn’t dare look his best friend in the eye. Hell, forget best friends. Were they even friends anymore?
At least Neck Tie had tried to blot out this horrible memory by hanging out a lot with Casper over the past couple of days. He was ashamed to admit that the only reason he was so committed to befriending Casper was because he was compensating for losing Jace’s company. That was really silly and pretty selfish of him, but what else was he going to do? The last time he felt so lost and confused was when he said goodbye to his mum and Nick and Josh back on Sheep Street, and he was still having nightmares about that.
‘I said put your safety goggles on please.’
Neck Tie was rudely pulled from his train of thought. He looked up and Mr. Cooper was standing tall over his desk.
‘Yes, you, Mr. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,’ said the teacher, 'Your safety goggles.'
The boy did as he was told and then found himself looking left and right, trying to imitate what the other kids had done so far. Reluctantly, he combined the H2O2 and food colouring and dish soap. He wasn’t sure if he’d got the measurements right. OK, so he might have improvised a little, taking liberties here and there, as any good chef might. No worries, he probably wasn’t too far off anyway. Probably.
Now everyone was ready to add the final ingredient to the flask. The room turned silent as it awaited its final instructions. All eyes were on Mr. Cooper, who rolled up his sleeves and raised his arm.
‘On the count of three. . .’
‘Three. . .’
‘Two.’
‘One and a half. . .’
‘One. . .’
‘NOW!’
Bublbubbublbubblbbublbublblbbb---
*Cue collective gasps and jaw drops.*
Everyone gathered around in horror. Nobody could find Neck Tie. All they saw was a column of foam yellow and red where the volcano had gone off. Where did Neck Tie go?
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