Everything in the corner was webbed together in a hot sticky mess. All the paper products were mush, including the signs that detailed the projects. Bits of plastic and metal gave the whole mess a kind of drooping structure. The Principal turned back to give Raymond a questioning look.

“How did that happen?” The principal asked.

“We don’t actually know. We think that two of the student’s science projects, ummmm, reacted to one another.” Raymond said.

“Who did the projects belong to?”

“Simon Ranke and Rudy Col.”

“Ugh those two again? Whose bright idea was it to put them next to each other.”

“We were busy.” Randall’s voice was unapologetic. “One-hundred students is a lot to look over for two of us.”

“You have nintey-seven students in this class room.”

“No we have nintey-seven children in this class. I only have fifteen that I would call students. The rest are well on their way to becoming gas station attendents, burger flippers, and strippers.”

“That’s not really your call to make.”

“We’ll see.”