Chemistry with Mrs. Marlow

If there is one woman in the world that is in every way the opposite of Miss Pox, then it is you chemistry teacher Mrs. Marlow. She is only 22, but already married, good looking, kind hearted, always helpful and she really like her students. Even the ones who treat her very bad. Jack and his gang for example. You arrive one or two minutes late but Mrs. Marlow isn’t upset. She just gives you a warm smile and since you are the last student she starts her lesson.

She begins with the big period-system and explains the most important elements for today’s lesson. Then she holds a lecture about carbon-hydrogen bindings and how other elements influence these bindings. You are so focused you almost forget the strange book and everything compared to it.

“… and this also proves the law of energy conservation,” Mrs. Marlow ends her lecture, “Energy can’t be produced or destroyed. Only changed. And as you see our carbon-hydrogen bindings changed into CO2 but it’s still the same atoms.”

“Who cares,” replies one of the jerks from last row, “show us your tits!”

“No, Daniel, I will not,” Mrs. Marlow says friendly and amused, “please focus on the lesson. Any questions that have nothing to do with my breasts?”

“Different things change energies in different ways, right?” you ask suddenly, “is there some kind of limit? Or is everything possible?”

“Well, that’s a good question,” Mrs. Marlow answers, “plants can change carbon dioxide in oxygen and grow. Humans can change food and sunlight in movements and heat. And we are just at the beginning of discovering the fascinating wonders of our world. So, I can’t answer your question. The Limits are there but not known for sure. Who knows what we will know in 100 years?”

For you, this is interesting. It means your magic abilities could be just another form of energy changing. This would also explain your headaches. You just need something to eat. Sadly, the jerk from before, Daniel, sees this different. He is still only interested in his teachers’ curves.

“How many energy is stored in your big ass?” Daniel asks loud and laughs, “I want to use it as a pillow.”

Mrs. Marlow sighs and rolls her eyes. She just ignores the asshole, but you not. Mrs. Marlow was always friendly to everyone. She is just too nice to punish anybody. You already punished the bitch Melissa. Maybe you can punish Daniel too.