Cleaning House

“Ready?”  I nodded over to Thomas, who held his wand tightly in his hand.  His dark eyes shifted to the rattling door. I gulped. “On three.”

“One,” we both paused, hearing more intense rattling, “two…three.”

SLAM!  One flick of our wrists and the lock turned.  The door burst open, slamming open against the wall.  Pages upon pages flew out of the attic, causing both of us to hold our hands up.  Books toppled to the hallway floor from the stairs, reaching our toes and growing into a large pile.

A Little Bit of Chemistry

“Now we are going to talk about the chemical equation for Sodium Chloride.  Anyone care to offer the answer?” My chemistry teacher, Mr. Anderson, rambled on and on about chemical equations.  My eyes were glued to the back of Luke’s perfect head of hair. It seemed like every curl on the back of his neck turned upwards at just the right angle.  How did he have such perfect hair?  My hair barely did as it was told even after using the straightener.