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: