Emily; Kristen
P. 3
Chain Reaction
“And of course one of the most important rules: you
must wear your safety goggles and aprons at all times. Don’t
take them off, understood? Any questions.no? Okay, get to
work.” John snapped back to reality. He had no idea what the
teacher had been talking about the last 20 minutes. Something
to do with the lab they had been assigned and what not to do.
He heard the chatter of students, the rustling of paper, and
the scrape of chairs against the floor. All the students around
him were beginning their labs. There were some students
measuring and another small group of students in line outside
the closet where the chemicals were stored. They all seemed
fairly excited but for what, John didn’t know. “Hurry up and
get to work John” the teacher called. He stood up and got on
the end of the line. He couldn’t afford another bad grade. He
watched each student walk out with a small blue container in
their hands. When he got to the front of the line he grabbed
the small blue container he had seen but realized that next to
them were more little blue containers but with a different
label. He picked up one of each. He wasn’t sure which chemical
he needed. He had forgotten to check the paper but he didn’t
want the teacher to think he hadn’t been listening. John picked
one at random, and set the other container down. He hoped he
had picked the right one. What was the worst that could happen
anyway? On his way back to his seat he pulled off the cap and
took a whiff. “Smells alright to m-” John muttered to himself
but he was cut off. All of a sudden, John tripped over his
untied shoelace and the container flew out of his hand. It spun
in the air, the chemical hitting Ben, the student sitting
behind John. Ben had forgotten to wear his safety goggles and
some of the chemical had gotten into his eyes. Everyone looked
over at John and Ben, a low murmur of disapproval rippling
through the group. Ben jumped up, his seat crashing to the
floor, and dropped the bottle of ammonia in his hands. He
rubbed at his eyes and moaned. The teacher rushed over to him
and tried to calm him down and lead him to the eye-wash but it
was useless. The ammonia Ben had dropped mixed with the chlorox
John had dropped and started forming a cloud of mustard gas. In
his panic, Ben knocked over a Bunsen burner that James had left
on. It landed by James foot and set fire to his pants. The fire
was reaching out, extending its arms, ready to claim a victim
as soon as it got the chance. James rolled around, desperately
trying to put the fire out. It spread up his pants and to his
shirt. The teacher grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall
and started spraying James. John got up from the mess of glass
and brushed himself off. David, in the desk next to John, who
witnessed the whole incident, stood up, jumped over John’s desk
and pushed him, yelling “You klutz!”. John pushed David back
and yelled back “It as an accident”. It soon turned into a
fight. The others students gathered around, chanting “Fight!”
and watched in excitement, hoping to see something worthwhile.
Books and papers fell to the floor. The teacher eventually put
the fire out, helped James up and rushed him toward the
door. “I’m taking John to the nurse. Everyone sit down and wait
for me to return. Don’t touch anything! And someone help Ben!”
the teacher yelled on his way out. Ben had been forgotten in
all the commotion and was still flailing around having not
located the eye-washer. Instead he found his way to the shower
and pulled the handle before anyone could stop him. Ben titled
his head up to the water and was instantly soaked. In a matter
of minutes the water was crawling along the floor, making its
way over to the other students. The students backed away from
the approaching water. Meanwhile, the cloud of mustard gas was
growing larger and thicker, so thick it was getting hard to
see. All the other students started itching in result of the
mustard gas. Then the students heard a series of small
explosions from behind them. They screamed and spun around.
There was a small fire coming from the Bunsen burner that the
teacher had missed. It was mixing with the chemicals that had
been spilled exploding like small fireworks. David ran forward,
grabbing the fire extinguisher on the way, and aimed it at the
fire. He pressed the button but nothing came out. Empty. He
dropped it and ran back to the other students as the fire grew.
It snarled menacingly, laughing at the thought of all the
innocent students with no way to escape. Too scared to think
clearly no one thought of pulling the fire alarm or leaving the
room. Everyone was frozen in their spot. The teacher was
running back to the classroom to sort out the rest of the mess.
He threw open the door and saw pure chaos. The students were
boxed in. Mustard gas above, floor below, water behind, and
fire in front. He couldn’t believe all that had happened in the
short time he’d been gone. “Everyone out now!” he yelled to the
kids. They unfroze and raced towards the door, John behind them
all. John snapped back to reality. He was still sitting in his
seat, the students working on their labs. There was no fire, no
flood, no mustard gas.just quiet. He looked down at the
instructions and found the chemical he needed to get. He got up
and started walking toward the closet. “Hey, John, your shoe is
untied” Ben said. John turned around and stared at
Ben. “Thanks” he replied and bent down to tie his shoe.