fandomhigh | Science! Thursday, Period 7

Oh yes. It was once again time for Hikaru to teach the class in place of Ms. Frizzle.

“Once again, the Frizz is out today.” Hikaru sat on her desk, chin raised at the assembled class. “But we get to do something a lot less complicated today. We’re making balloon cars.” He started tossing empty milk cartons at people, so hoping one would smack Turtle in the head on its way through the air. “The handouts say you only need half of one of these… so find a partner or something and make them.” He hops of the desk, waving his hand dismissively at everyone. This weeks lesson wasn’t all that exciting, so he couldn’t really come up with anything too strange to do with it.

“Of course, if you’d like to propel your car with something much better than air…” He grinned. “I totally snagged some extra supplies.” And with that, he left the front of the class to go play with the vinegar, baking soda, coke, and mentos he’d grabbed on the way to class.

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That was a good questions, especially since Turtle had been sitting there nicely, the whole time, just working on her race car and whistling innocently.

Trusting her would be too below him. He didn't believe that she had been working the whole time like that at all.

So, he waited to see if she'd do it again, turning away to wait. That girl would be in for a nice glittery suprise if she wasn't careful..

Like she was going to do it when he was clearly expecting it. Idly gluing a fin to her milk carton, she looked around for a new victim. Where was Nova and, most importantly, was he working in a spot where she could easily shoot at him?

While she was looking around for someone else, he shot a glue and glitter covered rubber band right back at her.

Which left a slightly stinging pain in her cheek and a nice little glob of glue-and-glitter marking the hit. Turtle's head snapped toward Hikaru, eyes narrowed in a glare as she pointedly wiped her cheek.

Which smeared glitter and glue all over her hand. She shook her hand. Crap. That stuff wasn't coming off. She wiped it on her jeans. Most of it stayed, although now she had glitter on her jeans, too. Dammit!

Hikaru smirked. Pay back was sweet.

Turtle wondered, as a wadded up ball of paper that she'd rolled around in glue went soaring for Hikaru's head, if payback would still taste sweet when he couldn't get a ball of paper out of that stupid hair of his.

Too bad Hikaru hadn't turned soon enough. Although the late turn of his head kept the paper ball from gluing up his hair, it hit him in the side of the head, leaving glue on his ear, cheek, and then shirt once it fell.

"..." That was going too far. There was a lot of glue on that ball! He stood up from his place at the front, the bottle of glitter in his hand, and walked over to Turtle, promptly dumping it's contents over her head.

"Eep!" Turtle winced a little at the shower of glitter, but she also couldn't help giggling a bit because, either way you looked at it, being covered in glitter was funny. She promptly shot her foot out to kick Hikaru in the shin, but it wasn't a sharp, painful one; she couldnt' focus the attack very well as she was sputtering glitter out of her mouth.

He jumped back after her attack; at least it didn't hurt as much as last time.

But the kick did stop his glitter attack. She looked so sparkly with all that glitter. Aw.

Turtle, covered in glitter and, thus, mostly defeated, chucked a pencil at him. And plotted her revenge.

...She also realized that these classes almost always ended with her plotting his revenge. She was slacking off on actually delivering said revenge.

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