We are all born superstars WHO: Pancho & Hyemi WHEN: Hyemi's free period WHERE: One of the science labs
Admittedly, Pancho's fashion disaster outfit had been inspired by a variety of pop culture stars. Googling the term had left him with two big criteria: grunge and ruffles. He'd decided to go with grunge. Sort of. At least the latex leggings he'd borrowed from one of his girl friends was grunge. He hadn't realized latex was this uncomfortable. He'd been assured otherwise. At any rate, he'd broken his class up into groups for a quick project. The prompt was to design a product not currently on the market that used Chemistry. Points for imagination, of course.
Once they were all settled in their groups with their art supplies and poster boards, Pancho grabbed notes out of his file drawer. He had a few students who were participating in an upcoming inter-school science competition. He had meetings with them scattered over the next couple weeks, getting their poster boards and projects all ready. Reminding his class to keep it down once he left, he walked out and down the hall to an empty lab. Once a while, his pants squeaked. He settled into the lab, pulling out the notes he'd made on her possible projects. He checked his watch. They had about thirty minutes before he had to get back to his class and listen to their results. He pulled his wig off and shook his normal hair out. It poufed into a half-afro.