Tamao Kimura (absent_emotion) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-01-24 18:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | january 2011 |
WHO: Tamao and Francis
WHAT: Tamao plays with fire (literally) and gets burned (also literally) at school. He's sent to the nurse's office.
WHEN: Wednesday, January 26th
WHERE: Moses Pearson High
RATING: Low, probably
STATUS: Incomplete
Tamao had been having a boring day at school. Which wasn't unlike most days at school, but as luck would have it, in Chemistry they were using Bunsen burners to heat up various chemicals to get them into solutions. Tamao didn't care much for Chemistry, but what he did like was fire. And any chance to be playing with a flame was one he immediately took. Unfortunately, he didn't have any kind of restraint when it came to fire, either, and instead of heating up the solutions as he was told, he decided to light the edge of his Chemistry book on fire. Which, of course, scared his partner and caused a bit of a ruckus. And the book burned faster than he'd expected, lighting some nearby notepads on fire, and getting precariously close to the gas ports on the tables. While his teacher freaked out, Tamao decided to put the fire out in order to look like he was the savior instead of the instigator, but unfortunately the edge of his cotton sweatshirt didn't quite do the trick, and before he knew it he was being yanked over to the sink by his teacher, his arm shoved underneath and doused with water. It hurt a lot, but it all happened so quick he didn't have a chance to really experience the pain until it was over. Owww.
After being yelled at for a few minutes, he recovered and put on an innocent face, arguing his way meticulously out of being blamed, claiming it as an accident. He knew his lab partner wouldn't call his bluff because he was creeped out by him, and he'd long since perfected the craft of lying. Tamao, unlike most people, could easily look someone in the eyes and lie to them without so much as blinking. Some of his teachers had caught on, some hadn't. His Chemistry teacher was a dolt who was easily fooled by any of the kids, not just him.
And so, without being punished, he was sent post haste to the nurse's office, looking curiously at his burnt arm along the way. Most people would probably be disgusted by charred skin, especially theirs, but he only found it intriguing. Kind of cool.
"Hey, I need a bandage or something," he called calmly as he stepped inside, not even looking up from his arm.