Raquel
One month later, I had raised my low C grade to a B-plus in microbiology and I was feeling on top of the world. In fact, this particular science was clicking so well, I was currently at the grow lab on my own, working on a new strain with Chan.
“I have two plants for you to look at,” Chan said. “We won’t be able to test them for another couple of months, but I think you’ll like what we have planned.”
“Higher Indica strain?” I asked.
“One is, yes. The other—”
He was cut off by the sound of the fire alarm.
“What the hell?” he snapped, then sighed. “I just got that damn alarm fixed.”
“Or we’re about to go up in smoke.”
“Miss Brooks, did you just make a weed joke?”
I chuckled, admittedly feeling a little proud of myself.
“We may just make a pothead out of you yet.”
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