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Clear liquid gushed into the metallic bowl beneath the faucet. After the sink had gotten half filled, Ray stopped the flow by pushing a lever on the top of the faucet towards the misty mirror behind. As he splashed water onto his down-ridden face, he felts revitalized — almost immediately by the warmth of the liquid.
Using his left hand, he swabbed a portion of the mirror to get a better view of himself. What stared back was another person — or what it seemed to be — with red eyes , and a very pale face - almost as white as the vampire that he had slayed an hours ago.
“Lousy contact lenses,” he grumbled to himself, almost aloud.
As he removed the transparent films from his eyes, he realized his Solaris in the reflection of the mirror — leaning against the ceramic wall, soiled in dark brown substances.
“After I change my lenses,” he took a metallic casing from his side pouch by the belt and pressed a small red button by the side of it. Opening silently, it revealed another pair of lenses submerged in what seemed like liquid carbon dioxide (dry ice).
Holding the lens in front of his left eye, Ray seemed reluctant to regain his perfect vision. And, at the moment when the contact lens was in place…
“Argh!!” He felt a searing pain through his left eyeball. He pounding his clenched fists on the transparent sink counter which felt cold and solid, like glass, every time his fists landed on the wet surface. When pain distraction had outran its effect, he paced around the bathroom with his eyes closed focusing on the thought that the pain will subside soon.
With his left eye still stinging, he continued the excruciating torture for the right eye.
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A dozen of students in casual clothings gathered around the rectangular desk as Sandra Freeman poured a test tube of colorless solution into another which contained green powdery substances. As she completed the act, bubbles of air came rushing onto the surface of the mixture, which had now turned into a clear liquid with dark brown sediment.
“And, my dear boys and girls, as hydrogen peroxide gets reduced, the iron gets oxidised. The change in color indicates the oxidation process, so is the evolving of the gas - shown by the eager bubbles by the surface.” She narrated the explanation with enthusiasm. “Alright now, please get back to your seats while I write down the equations on the board.” Sandra was the “Best Teacher of the Year” since she started working in Treopolis Private High School.
As the students retreated back to their seats, three boys were whispering to each other behind the majority.
“It’s the red halter top again, I recognize it under her cardigan.”
“Haha … Ms Sandra is definitely the hottest female teacher in school!!”
“Not to forget that she’s extremely patient and gentle with us, even when we are not as obedient and hardworking.”
A girl wearing khaki tank top and black bermudas walked past them, overheard their exchange and peered in their direction.
“How low can guys be …” she made sure it was loud enough for the three of them to hear. The boys were about to defend themselves when her friend came up to her and hauled her along.
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The sun was glaring through the window panels as Arthur Fleming went over, for what seemed like the 100th time, the formulae for the hydrolysis of water. It was the last lesson of the last day of the week!
“Your next chemistry test is on next Tuesday. Please remember all the key points that I mentioned during the lesson,” he warned his restless students in his usual expressionless face. That woke some of them who were dozing off.
“A test? Not again!! ” A plump bloke with the name Roland protested. He sits by the corner of the classroom and often drifts into dreamland during lessons. As he continued his protesting ‘campaign’, a few other regular failures hollered along.
“I’ve reminded on all the key points, if you missed them, there’s really nothing I can do anymore,” Arthur Fleming was never a potential candidate for “Best Teacher of the Year” award.
Amidst all the noise and wreckage, one person seemed undisturbed and continued his nap. There he was, his head on the desk and face turned sideways in order to breathe efficiently. Some girls were looking in his direction, giggling and whispering.
His dark brown hair, boyish looks and his height of 1.78m do attract some attention from his fellow classmates, especially from the opposite gender. However, the sleeping prince seemed oblivious to his surroundings. Sunlight was shining generously on his pale face, bathing him in it, making him appeared more like “Sleeping Beauty” than “Prince Charming”.
When he felt a pat on his head, he opened his eyes and a girl with red hair flooded his blurred vision. Read more
