09/15/1934
WHO: Avalon and Locrine
WHERE: Science classroom
WHEN: Saturday, 15th September, Midday
WHY: Revenge
FORMAT: Paragraph
They were just potatoes, rather harmless and inoffensively sitting in glass beakers on the shelf by the sunny window in the science classroom- potatoes that Avalon normally would have left alone if it weren't for the names labeling them. Getting in had been easy, the door left unlocked most of the day so group members could take turns recording the growth of the new sprouts over the weekend. But that wasn't why Avalon was there, setting a steaming tea kettle down so she could pour the water from a beaker down the drain, working down the line to empty a couple more.
Avalon didn't care if it was petty to sabotage somebody's experiment for the sake of revenge, and she still had the fingernail punctures on the inside of her palms from earlier that day with her barely controlled urge to punch the student whose name matched the one on the potato she held.
Aware that anybody could walk in at any moment to catch her in the act, she grabbed the kettle once more to get it over with and get out.
WHERE: Science classroom
WHEN: Saturday, 15th September, Midday
WHY: Revenge
FORMAT: Paragraph
They were just potatoes, rather harmless and inoffensively sitting in glass beakers on the shelf by the sunny window in the science classroom- potatoes that Avalon normally would have left alone if it weren't for the names labeling them. Getting in had been easy, the door left unlocked most of the day so group members could take turns recording the growth of the new sprouts over the weekend. But that wasn't why Avalon was there, setting a steaming tea kettle down so she could pour the water from a beaker down the drain, working down the line to empty a couple more.
Avalon didn't care if it was petty to sabotage somebody's experiment for the sake of revenge, and she still had the fingernail punctures on the inside of her palms from earlier that day with her barely controlled urge to punch the student whose name matched the one on the potato she held.
Aware that anybody could walk in at any moment to catch her in the act, she grabbed the kettle once more to get it over with and get out.