Ms. Frazzle was not completely concerned with the classâ€™s reaction, which seemed to aggravate the students even more.
â€œListen if you donâ€™t join us on this emergency field trip, then you will fail the semester.â€
Even for fourth graders, failing a single class in the prestigious Prep Terryville Academy could be devastating for their reputation. Naturally, they kept their mouths shut and listened as Ms. Frazzle continued.
â€œI think this is going to be the best thing thatâ€™s ever happened to you kids. Weâ€™re going to learn so much about Science.â€ She rubbed her puffy eyes as she pulled open the drawer behind her desk. She put her hands inside and flicked a small silver switch.
The hum of heavy machinery filled the room as the wall behind Ms. Frazzle lowered itself. Revealing a tiny staircase that descended into darkness.
The classroom of a handful of kids drew in close to each other.
â€œAre we going down there?â€ one of them asked.
â€œOf course, itâ€™s the only way into the secret portal to the other side.â€
â€œWhatâ€™s on the other side?â€ another one of the girls inquired.
Ms. Frazzle shuffled towards the entrance, her black sundress with yellow flower print blowing past her as a loud ominous moan escaped the staircase.
â€œOkay kids, letâ€™s go on a special adventure.â€ She yelled as she hurried down the steps.
As the children fell in line behind her one of the young boys in the back whispered, â€œdonâ€™t we need to get a waiver signed to go on school field trips?â€
Ms. Frazzle led the children past stacks of dusty boxes, to a tiny hole shining light through the wall. Standing on some boxes, she pulled the gateway open and explained. â€œThis gateway will teleport us out of the school. Now go children.â€
One by one they hopped onto the lawn outside Prep Terryville Academy.
When Ms. Frazzle had squeezed herself through the gateway she started leading the kids across the street.
â€œHere it is,â€ she announced as the group of children stepped up next to a wide yellow van. The kids piled into the back, all of them sitting on the shag carpeting, unrestrained by seat belts. â€œAlright, that looks like everyone,â€ she continued as she looked back, and then started up the car.
The freeway was crowded with jack-holes and so Ms. Frazzle was speeding along dodging in and out of traffic.
â€œNow, there are four states of matter, plasma, gas, solid, and liquid. Can anyone guess which state of matter is the fastest?â€
Samantha the smallest girl in class raised her hand.
Pulling her short hair behind her ears, she answered with a question, â€œgas?â€
One of the boys up front interjected, â€œis lava plasma?â€
â€œNo, actually,â€ Ms. Frazzle giggled. â€œAlthough lava is extremely hot, plasma is even hotter than that. A good example of plasma would be lightning.â€
The kids seemed interested.
â€œNow can anyone guess what could possible change the state of matter?â€ Ms. Frazzle asked as they swerved across the highway to barely catch the exit.
Everyone remained silent. â€œItâ€™s temperature. Thatâ€™s right you can make anything into a gas, if you apply the right amount of temperature.â€
She suddenly slammed on the brakes, the group of kids fell forward smashing against the front of the van.
â€œIâ€™m so glad to have you kids here today.â€ Ms. Frazzle explained, â€œme and my partner have been wanting do some experiments.â€
â€œOh like what kind of experiments,â€ Samantha asked.
â€œYou know the fun kind.â€
The kids in the back went from silence to holding their breathe. Then Ms. Frazzle answered the phone, â€œHello This is Ms. Frazzle.â€ Â As she started talking her voice sped up, and she started using words the children didnâ€™t understand. Ms. Frazzle continued speaking with the person and she seemed irritated, but Samantha was the only kid to lean forward and listen intently to the conversation. Â
â€œAnyone alive back there?â€ she asked, suddenly hanging up the phone.
Not for long, they all thought to themselves.
When they pulled up and stopped on the side of the street, the kids tried looking through the windows to understand where they were while Ms. Frazzle traipsed around the front of the van and swung the door open.
She reached in and grabbed Samantha, â€œokay letâ€™s go.â€
Samantha grabbed at the side of the van, screaming for her life. Ms. Frazzle reeled back and dropped her, Samantha falling like a bag of bricks to the floor.
â€œWhat are you so scared of?â€
No one seemed like they were able to respond to her. Behind they could see a dilapidated structure, and some faces, moving blinds aside to see what was happening.
â€œWow, well it seems Iâ€™m going to just have to leave you here.â€
She slammed the door, and left the children huddled together in the dark van.
â€œDoes she want to turn us into a gas?â€ one of the young boys asked.
â€œI hope not,â€ Samantha answered.
â€œWe canâ€™t do anything about it though,â€ he responded, â€œweâ€™re trapped.â€
â€œIâ€™m going to make a break for it.â€
â€œWe wouldnâ€™t even know where to run though.â€ Samantha pointed out.
When Ms. Frazzle returned she was alone. She got herself into the driverâ€™s seat and started up the car. â€œThat was really disappointing, I thought it would be cool for you guys to see their set up, but hey suit yourself.â€ She shrugged.
When they arrived back to the school, the kids were happy to leap out of the van. They ran around the school and snuck back into their room through the secret gateway. Ms. Frazzle had trouble keeping up with them. She counted them when they got back to the classroom to make sure everyone had made it back.
â€œI hope you had fun on that little trip she asked.
â€œSo, can anyone tell me what they learned?â€ Samantha raised her hand, â€œAn eighth should never be more than 50 dollars.â€
“Exactly Samantha, alright, well the rest of the lesson plans for today, just to give you a taste for the exciting subject matter ahead…We’re going to be reviewing a brief history of drug warfare in this country. then moving onto safety first with officers, and wrapping up with a lesson about what your parents are going to do if they found out what we did…”