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Missy’s trio had a slight problem. The ammonia based glass had turned colors. It didn’t match any of the colors of other people’s mixtures. Instead it was a brownish mixture. So Missy took the glass held it up to her nose and smelled it. She held it up to Hian, who begrudgingly took a whiff.
    â€œLooks like something ghetto,” quipped Lamont. “Looks like preppie girl messed up.” Silence then filled the air.
    Then, about 30 seconds later both Missy and Hian started acting strange. It was as though a spell had been placed on them.
    â€œYo homey what happened to our mixture?” said Hian, “Ya feeling me, dog; it ain’t right. That stuff is brown like my homey over there, Lamont. Know what I’m saying? Looks like sumthin you’d find in da toilet. You know what I’m saying? While we wuz chillin’, sumthin’ go bad. We’ve got to keep this on the DL.” It came out as ghettoese, something you’d never hear out of him.
    Missy then started her bazaar behavior. “This is like like real strange,” she said, in with a valley girl accent. “We were like supposed to have a green glass and we got brown. Oh my God, gag me with a spoon. This is gross. Duh. We were like doing something like wrong. I got to tell this to my BF. This is makin’ me sick.”
    Jose, Elvis and Lamont looked at each other in stunned silence. They couldn’t believe the way the pair were speaking.
    â€œHey, Missy, you okay?” said Lamont. “You ain’t talkin’ right. You sound like one of those valley girls. Hian, you tryin’ to be a brother or something? You need to step off and chill.”
    â€œDog, we just chillin’,” said Hian. “I gotta give my peeps a holla and tell them about this mixing is tight. This is off the hook.”
    â€œHi, you sound like ghetto,” said Lamont. “You feeling okay?”
    â€œDuh, looks like we like did something like not right,” Missy answered.
    Jose, Elvis and Lamont sat in disbelief. Here was Miss Preppie dumbing and Hian, who hadn’t said 10 words the first four weeks of school, rambling like some angry thug. Marie Adams grabbed the paper the group had to fill out and asked Jose for help.
    She realized they had fallen behind in their work.
    â€œJose what are the answers?” she timidly asked. “I just want to make sure we are right. I’m not sure what these two are trying to prove.”
    â€œWow,” said Jose, “Missy’s group is asking us for help. Maybe there is hope for us dummies. Write this down – me helping Missy. Man, that’s all right. It proves that once in awhile, the kid’s got game.”
    After about 10 minutes of silence at which time they seemed to be rambling in their new personalities as they completed the rest of the worksheet, Missy and Hian returned to normal. Missy asked Marie if she had finished the form. Marie said they still had to do two more items and they should get them from Ms. Blossom’s large desk in the front of the room.
    â€œWhat was that act by Hian and Missy about?” Elvis asked Lamont and Jose.
    â€œWere they playing games or just being goofy? Or just maybe,” he continued, dropping off to a different thought.
    â€œLamont, I need you to do me a favor,” Elvis directed at his fellow lab partner.
    â€œAsk if you can see their brown mix and when they’re not looking take a quick snort.
    If they see you, tell them I need it to be able to complete the assignment.”
    â€œSure,” offered Lamont, seemingly not making a connection between the brown mix and the behavior of Missy and Hian. He then he reached over and asked Missy to use their brown glass. Turning his back to everyone, he took a deep five second sniff, then put the glass down. Then everyone went to silence while Jose and Elvis finished the experiments and completed their form.
    Ms. Blossom headed their way to