"No, this is where I belong." Brigitte retorted at her bullies.
"You know everyone here was born here."
"So? My father was born here and this counted as my hometown."
"Better learn to keep up, missy."
"And Brigitte, you're in charge of group One." Her class's professor assigned. The class was divided in six groups, four people in each group.
She looked at her group: one dark-skin toned and one pale girl and one tall skinny guy. She smiled at them and they smiled back, no taunting. The dark-skinned girl was the boldest.
"I'm Marguerite. You're the new girl from Letph?"
"Your father was born here?"
"Yes, I was born when my mom came back to her hometown. But I came here often."
"Don't listen to them. I bet most of them have their hometown somewhere else."
"Yeah, pay them no mind." The boy chimed in.
"Thank you. What's your name?"
"I'm Alex." He grinned.
"And I'm Natalie." The fairer skin tonned smiled shyly.
"So is any of you good with biology?"
"Dissecting specifically? No."
"Okay. First thing first, who knows where to get a live frog?"
"I think I can find it. I live away from downtown. I can find a live frog easier." Nat volunteered.
"Cool. Who will hold the frog down for dissection?"
"Okay, Alex, you're the man. Practice on it."
"Yay." He said in false positive.
"We'll be okay." Brig wasn't sure about it but she thought other groups would be as equally nervous.
The next day, Brig, Marge, and Alex waited impatiently for Nat. Half an hour after the first class, she showed up with a big bag.
"Sorry, I'm late. I had to run across town, it turned out."
"Glad you made it." Brig eyed the bag containing the frog.
They walked down to the lab. They slowly and shyly untied the bag. The frog after a brief revealation jumped out of the bag and off the table. Everyone shrieked.
"You need to get your frog and you all get a zero for this." The instructor showed no empathy.
Brig, Marge, Alex, and Nat hastily ran after the frog and tried to catch the frog. After twenty minutes of running, all four lied on the floor and reached the frog under the instructor's desk.
Alex rushed to hold the frog down on the table. Marge and Nat aided with their pencils while Brig took four needles and pinned the frog's limbs down to the table. Alex immediately released the slimmy frog and together with Marge and Nat held down the pins. Brig shakily swallowed her nervousness and stabbed the top of triangle on the frog's head, quickly paralyzing it. They looked at each other with a nervous look and a fearful-disgusted mixed expression on their faces. Following the manual, they focused on opening the frog to observe its insides. Marge cringed her nose and drew an illustration into her book. The other three liked her drawing and kind of copied into their notes. They teased and laughed and joked.
The instructor walked down to their table and observed their results. She seemed satisfied and explained more wonder about the anatomy. The group high-fived each other for the A they got. Nervousness and fear gone, their curiosity perked up.
"What's in the frog's stomach? It looks a lot fuller than the others'." Alex pointed at it.
"The only way to know is to cut it open." Marge laughed.
"Eww." Nat and Brig cringed.
Then they looked at each other, feeling adventurous. They nodded and Brig picked up the scissors. The stomach was hard so Alex lent some muscle and finished cutting open its stomach.
"What's that?" Marge looked at the content intensely.
"A small crab." Nat breathed out.
"He just swallowed it?" Alex asked out loud.
"At least, we know our frog was full before its death." Brig grinned.
Other students came to their table to see the indigested crab in the frog's stomach. The instructor came down and nodded and smiled at their curiosity. Amid the gross dissection and the hectic search for the frog, the four looked at each other and found a blossoming friendship.
Little did they know, it turned out to be the best kind of friendship. :)