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One example of a chemical change is iron oxide, more commonly known as rust, with the chemical formula Fe2O3. When a piece of iron is combined with oxygen and water, the metal begins to turn a reddish brown color. Once a drop of water hits a piece of iron, it (the water) combines with carbon dioxide and dissolves the metal while breaking down into hydrogen and oxygen.... I wrote under the essay question on the Chemistry test. We had to give an example of a chemical change and describe it. I heard Bill, who was sitting on the desk, singing softly.
“Komm und rette mich - Ich verbrenne innerlich,” he sang, right before pausing. “That’s wrong.” He pointed at an answer I had given after the essay.
“What do you mean?” I whispered; the teacher was strict about talking during tests.
“Carbon and two oxygen atoms aren’t carbon oxide. They’re carbon dioxide.”
“Too damn bad,” I muttered harshly. Bill rolled his eyes.
“You’re going to get it wrong.”
“Seien Sie ruhig, Bill.”
“No, not until you correct it.”
“Seien Sie ruhig,” I said, clenching my teeth.
“Nein. Correct your answer, and I’ll shut up.”
“I’m not correcting it; it’d be cheating,” I replied, still whispering. He put his hands on either side of my desk, making his face level with mine. His eyes had a look of annoyance in them.
“Correct. It.”
“Bill, shut the fuck up!” I shouted angrily, causing the teacher to stride over and the students to stare.
“Miss Marques, hand me your paper. Now,” the teacher commanded, holding his hand out. I slapped the test into his hand. “Get your things and go to the office.” With his other hand, he pointed at the door. Bill jumped off of my desk, following me.
“You know, if you had just listened to me, this wouldn’t have happened,” he stated, walking backwards.
“If you had stayed home with your brother, Gustav, and Georg, this wouldn’t have happened,” I spat, venom dripping from my voice.
“Hey, I’m not the one who created the four of us. Someone didn’t want to make any real friends.” He looked at me accusingly, earning a middle finger in his face. The black-haired teen just smiled, still walking backwards.
We soon reached the office and walked inside. I noticed a blonde girl sitting in one of the horrible blue plastic chairs, a slightly fearful expression on her face. She was looking around.
“You okay?” I asked her, sitting down in a chair near her. The girl looked up quickly.
“Um, yeah. Just waiting for the secretary to get my schedule.”
“New student, I guess?” She nodded.
“I’m Selena, by the way.” Selena offered her hand, which I shook lightly.
“Claudia, nice to meet you.” Bill stared at the wall, so I hit him in the arm lightly. Selena glanced at me. “Fly,” I lied. She nodded, and continued waiting.
“What?” Bill whispered. I took out a pen and paper, and wrote

What were you staring at?

“The picture over there looks cool. I think it’s a collage.”

Oh. Weirdo.

“Shut up.”
“Claudia Marques, in my office please,” Mrs. Larceny, the principal, said. I got up, Bill copying, and walked in. “Take a seat.” Once I did, she spoke again. “Mr. Heidyn said that you yelled during a test, foul language, at that. Is it true?” Well, no use in lying.
“Yes.”
“And who were you yelling at? Mr. Heidyn said something about you shouting at a Bill, but there are no Bills in your chemistry class....”
“He’s my friend.”
“Why were you yelling at him?”
“He was trying to tell me an answer.” I heard Bill scoff from next to me.
“How was he telling you? Through a cell phone?” I paused.
“Um, no.... He was next to me.”
“Next to you?”
“Well, on my desk. He loves sitting there.” Bill, though he knew he wouldn’t be seen, nodded happily.
“Best place, very comfy,” he stated.
“No one was on your desk, Miss Marques. Are you seeing things- ghosts or imaginary people, maybe?” Mrs. Larceny looked at me over her glasses.
“Bill’s not a ghost, I can tell you that.”
“Then how was he there? Is he a figment of your imagination?” I nodded lightly. “He is?” Another nod. “Hmm....” She pressed a button on the desktop phone. A beep sounded, followed by my guidance counselor’s voice.
“Yes?”
“Hello, Claire.”
“Hello, Janet. What can I help you with?”
“I have Claudia Marques in here with me, and she has a bit of an imagination.”
“An imagination? Why is that bad?”
“Because of the result. Is it okay if I send her to you right now?” There was a short silence.
“Of course, I don’t have any mediation sessions for the rest of the day. Send her down.”
“Okay, thank you.” Mrs. Larceny turned to me. “Get your stuff, and go down to Ms. Harson’s office. Please don’t make a habit of coming down here, Claudia.”
“I won’t. Bye, Mrs. Larceny.”
“Goodbye.” I grabbed by things, Bill jumped up from the chair, and walked to the other side of the school to my counselor.
“So, that’s what the principal’s office looks like....” Bill pondered out loud. I glared.
“Yeah, and it was thanks to you that I had to find out,” I said harshly.
“Hey, not my fault you wouldn’t listen to me!” He held up his hands as though I’d arrest him.
“Not my fault you told me the answer.” We stayed silent for the rest of the walk.
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“You need a psychologist? That sucks, Claudia!” Tom laughed when I got home and told everyone. I flipped him off.
“Yeah, all because she yelled at me for no reason during Chemistry!” Bill joined in the laughter.
“Well it’s your fault; you tried to get her to cheat, Bill,” Gustav pointed out. He was pretty much my reasoning voice and conscience, and would be had I not created the four boys in front of me.
“Tom, you know I’m dragging you and your brother along, right?” Both boys’ laughter stopped immediately.
“Nein. I’m not going,” the older one answered in a monotone.
“I don’t need to go. You’re the one who shouted,” Bill said defensively. “Bring Gustav and Georg with you if you want company.” He pointed at them.
“You’re both going. Georg and Gustav don’t need to go because they didn’t do anything wrong.”
“What did I do?” Tom asked, shocked.
“You laughed. And you’re Bill’s brother, so I found it horrible to leave one of you home while the other was stuck with me.”
“Ugh,” both twins muttered at the same exact time.
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We were in the car one the way to the psychologist’s. Bill was slamming his head with a book he found in the car; Tom was stabbing at a notebook, his iPod blocking out any sound. Either that or he was ignoring me. The car came to a halt, and the three of us and my parents scrambled out of the car. It was the day after I got in trouble (thanks to Bill), and the first of probably many meetings with my therapist-person. This should be fun.

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~Seien Sie ruhig. = Be quiet.
~Komm und rette mich - Ich verbrenne innerlich = Come and rescue me - I'm burning [I think that's what it means. According to the translator website I use, "Ich verbrenne innerlich" means "I burn mental"....]

I don't own the lyrics used (Komm und rette mich). They belong to Tokio Hotel; I just borrowed them because I love the song 'Rette Mich'.