//------------------------------// // Mad Scientist // Story: Those Awkward Teen Years // by Blue Breeze //------------------------------// Author's Note: Since most of my readers don't follow me, I'm here to announce I'm holding a Q and A. Go here for full details. Not much to say other than that. Now, on with the story. Other than getting my second embarassing nickname for the day, art class went off without much of anything else happening. Well, except for Ms. Paint Spill tripping into a cupboard and having some paint bottles fall on her, but she was fine. Art's actually been my favorite class so far because it's the only class to have a mentally stable teacher. *RIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGG* "Okay, class. I think that was a very good first day. See you all tomorrow." Ms. Paint Spill says. Everypony gets up from their seats. "I gotta say, this class was actually pretty enjoyable." I say to Blaze. "Yeah. Well, despite the ponies laughing from earlier." I shrug. "Meh, haters gonna hate." "Haha, yeah, true." Blaze and I each grab our saddlebags and strap them on. "Hey, what's your next class?" "I think Equestrian with Ms. Orderly." For those who can't figure it out, Equestrian is their equivalent to English, which is their basic language class. "Oh, she's my fifth. Tell me how that goes at lunch." "Yeah, sure thing. What's your next class?" "Science with Prof. Chromosome." "Woah, I heard that guys crazy." "Considering what I've been through today, he can't possibly be that bad." "Okay, if you say so." We push in our seats(yes, I did feel it necessary to mention that), and make our way to the door before- "Blue Breeze, could I talk with you for a moment?" Ms. Paint Spill asks as I'm about to clear the door. I turn my head back. "Yeah, sure." I turn back to Blaze. "I gotta..." "No prob. I'll wait." "Thanks." I turn around and trot up to her desk. "What's up?" "Look, I can definitely sense some animosity between you and Dumb-bell." "I think that's sugar-coating it." "Well, anyway, if you ever just need somepony to talk to, I'm here for you. Counselors and parents don't have to be your only options." "Well, uh, okay. I appreciate it." "Good. Have a nice day." "Yeah, uh, you too." I turn back around and join Blaze outside. "What'd she want?" "She said I could come to her if I needed to talk." "So, she was coming on to you?" I punch his sholder. "Shut up." He rubs at his sholder. "Geez, somepony can't take a joke." "I can take a joke, I just like getting even." "Well, we really need to be getting to class." "Yeah, you're right. See ya during lunch." "You too. Good luck with the mad scientist." I laugh and the two of us part ways, on our way to the next part of the gauntlet known as the six periods(not like that, you sick-o). But I will admit, I've also heard some strange things about my science teacher. Something about a patient finding his skeleton was missing and then no one hearing of the doctor since(shoutout to anyone who gets the reference). Whatever. As I approach the classroom, I see other students walking in with worried faces. Geez, ponies will believe anything these days. I walk in to see a grey pegasus stallion with a very messy white mane tail and a cutie mark of the DNA structure standing up front. He looks a bit too happy for me. "Good morning, everypony." he greets(imagine he sounds like a deeper version of the professor from Conker's Bad Fur Day. Look it up, it's hilarious.). "Please come in and take your seats as quickly as possible." There are stations set up that can fit two each. I go take a seat at an empty station and look to see everypony else take every seat but the one next to me. Did I forget to shower this morning? Probably. "Now then, as you all may or may not know, whichever, I am Prof. Chromosome." I wonder if that's because he has too few or too many chromosomes himself. "And this is your new science class for the year. Now, I'm not going to bore any of you with big details or anything. The only rules are: No fooling around during an experiment, always pay attention, and don't cross the streams." "Huh?" everypony says in confusion. "Just a bit of humor for you. Now, unlike most teachers on the first day of school, I'm actually going to start off with something fun. I have planned a quick and simple experiment for you all to do. It is very easy. We shall be applying acids to bases." Everypony groans. "Sheesh, tough room. Now, I want you all to grab a pair of safety goggles and an apron to wear incase of an accident. They're all here up front." Everypony gets up from their seats and grabs the equipment as instructed before sitting back down at their stations. "Now, you all should already have the chemicals infront of you, all you need to do is have one of you hold the bass while the other pours the acid in." I raise a hoof up. "Yes?" "I don't have a partner." He looks over at the empty seat next to me. "Indeed you don't. Not sure how I missed that." I have an idea. He grabs a sheet of paper infront of him. "It seems we have a missing student today. I guess you'll just have to work alone." "Well, that's just great." "I'm glad you think so. Now, begin!" I grab the two beakers filled with chemicals infront of me. "Okay, this shouldn't be all that bad. He said you pour the bass into the acid, right?" I shrug. I lift up the container with the bass. "Well, it shouldn't really matter." I start to pour. "Actually, this is pretty eas-" a drop of acid plops out and lands on my foreleg. "AW! IT BURNS!" I scream, flailing my searing foreleg. "Oh dear!" Prof. Chromosome says. "To the wash shower!" he quickly runs over and grabs me. He pulls me under a rain cloud and flies up and kicks it, making rain pour out onto me and wash off the acid. "There, disaster averted." he looks over at me now dripping wet. "Oh." "*sigh* I should've seen this coming." "Well, at least you've taken your shower." Everypony just laughs at me for the millionth time today as I stand there. Good thing lunch is next.