Today’s prompt: It was up to her to investigate how the
accident happened.
The chemistry lab
was a mess. Broken glass littered the floor, smoke residue stained the ceiling,
and the stench of skunk hung in the air. Miss Pipkin stood at the door,
clipboard in hand, fighting the urge to vomit. It was up to her to investigate
how the accident happened.
Accident, my big toe. This was no accident.
Someone had exploded a stink bomb, and she had a sneaking suspicion it was one
of the senior boys. Meanwhile, all chemistry classes were canceled.
“Mornin’, Miss
Pipkin,” a student called out as she passed by in the hall. “Love your cologne.”
Let’s see what the others wrote:
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