Snippet #1366773

Ms. Lee's Class


Vas was starting to lose his ability to stay awake in this seemingly empty class of skeletons and organs posters. The teacher, who he never was properly introduced to was so engulfed in what she was teaching she surly wouldn't care, or notice if he Pulled out his note pad and started to contemplate, his ideologies of the atomic structure of the wood in his pencil.

Before he wrote a single letter Vas reached in his bag and pulled out a gold platted Pen. Inscribed on pen was a Russian sentence that read: Study hard, and life Long. This was the motto he adopted from his Parents, It was also the only thing that his Mother, and Father taught him themselves, everything else Vas learned from his private tutors or from his butler Ivan. After the quick remembrance of his father Vas felt a strong disgust for his parents, because the space in his heart that was once filled with admiration was now overflowing with Pain and hatred.

Vas span the Pen around his fingers a few times before finally he clicked the end to expose the writing tip and placed the ink filled point onto the vellum to start of his theory notes.

Topic: Wood's Chemical composition
From my understanding Wood starts off as a living organism, this would make it almost impossible to transmute.... but dead wood should be able to be transformed into a different, and simpler Element because if no longer is living has not control over its self anymore. Self question: What is wood? Self Answer: Wood is mostly cellulose, and cellulose is polymerized sugar. So it is safe to say wood is made up of carbohydrates, because Cellulose is a carbohydrate with an average chemical composition of CH2O or C(1)H(2)O(1) so if I focus on transmuting the Hydrogen, and oxygen out and adding more carbon from the air around me and theoretically speaking there is over 3.5 gigatons of carbon available in the biosphere to use in this transmutation. This concludes my thesis, next stage is ......Experimentation. Vas Finished his notes with the signing of his initials and gently placed his pen, and pad in his satchel which was hanging off the side of his chair.

"I hope this works" Vas said in his head, as he removed the rubber eraser, and the metal eraser holder from his unsharpened pencil. Once both were removed he held the pencil between his index fingers and closed his eyes to focus on the interior structure of the wooden pencil and not its exterior appearance. after a few second in his zen like meditation the edges of the pencil started to turn a shimmery gray color instead of there normal wooden brown color, and as the discoloration started it took less than 4 seconds for the once brown pencil to turn completely into a carbon rod. As Vas opened his eyes a wide grin came across his face. But then the grin faded as Vas noticed that the inside of the rod had not changed from its graphite form, disappointment loomed on his face but this disappointment was not in his abilities but in his lack of remembrance that the pencil contained a graphite core.