A few days later on Friday, I walk into Chemistry class feeling pretty ecstatic. This is because after school Lizzie, Julia, and I as well as Asher and some of his friends are all going to our school's first home football game of the year. After the game we are then going to go to Darien Clark's party followed by all us girls sleeping over at Lizzie's house. So you could say that I'm kind of excited for the school day to be over.
Unfortunately, Ms. Ghafarri soon tells us that today we are going to be doing our first actual lab. She hands out the worksheets for it and I read the title: The Copper lab. Sounds so intriguing. Not.
"I decided that for the rest of the year, I will let you guys choose your lab partners unless it becomes too distracting and nobody gets there work done," Ms. Ghafarri states. "Remember this is a privilege so don't take advantage of it," she then adds sternly.
I can tell you that everyone is happy to hear about this and once again I am left partnerless.
Well, not quite.
Daniel Gonzalez, like me, is not friends with anyone else in the class, so it is only appropriate that he would ask me to be his lab partner again.
Before I know it, the two of us are once again standing across from each other at a lab table and reading the instructions written on our papers.
I frown. "I'm kind of confused about what we're supposed to be doing."
I then pause before saying, "I wasn't really paying attention when Ms. Ghafarri explained the directions to us."
"Ok, that's fine," Daniel says, with a hint of a smile. "So the first thing we need to do is to measure 1.5 grams of copper into this beaker," he explains. "I'll do that while you measure out the 20 ml of the nitric acid. Sound simple enough?"
"Yeah, I guess," I reply, adjusting my safety goggles. They're starting to make my eyes hurt.
While Daniel speedily measures the copper into the beaker, I'm struggling to find which little bottle on the table is labeled nitric acid.
"Here, is this it?" I ask, holding up a bottle labeled NaHCO3.
"No, that's sodium bicarbonate," Daniel says, his lips curving up to form a slight smirk. "Here, this is nitric acid," he says, holding up another bottle labeled HNO3. "If the compound has an H in front of it then it is almost always an acid."
My eyes widen. "I'm impressed," I say, as he measures out the nitric acid. He simply shrugs at me. "Why?"
"Well, I don't know. I mean, we haven't even learned about how to name compounds yet and somehow you already seem to know all about that. Like, no offense or anything, but I didn't think that you would be so knowledgable about this class. One minute you're "Mr. I don't care" the next you're like Dexter in Dexter's Laboratory."
"Who?" Daniel asks me, clearly amused but at the same time puzzled at my comparison.
"And you clearly didn't have a childhood if you've never heard of that show," I tease.
"What are you talking about? I did too! I watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Power Rangers, Pokemon, all that shit," Daniel protests.
"It's kind of funny watching you get all worked up," I laugh before I'm able to stop myself.
Daniel shakes his head at me while smiling. "C'mon, Dexter, we gotta lab to finish," he says, which makes me crack up even more.
"No, you're Dexter, I'm his annoying little blond sister," I joke.
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Deadly AttractionTeen Fiction
17 year old Nora O'Donnell isn't your typical teenager. Ever since her parent's brutal divorce when she was thirteen, Nora's life has never been the same. She feels completely traumatized and isolated, living with a mother who is never home becaus...