Call It Chemistry
Golden Grove Series Book 1
D.J. Van Oss
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Chapter One
Twelve Years Ago
Golden Grove High
The day of the Nitrovex Scholarship Fair was clear, bright, and perfect. An omen
if there ever was one.
Katie was doing a few last-minute checks on her project to make sure it sparkled. She didn't want to take any chances on something being out of balance.
The judging was starting in only thirty minutes, and everything needed to be perfect if she was going to win.
She stepped back, put her hands on her hips and smiled.
Perfect and unavoidably grand. Her entry was a large mobile made of intricate glass pieces, each turning on its own gleaming silver wire. The slightest breeze moved the pieces like multicolored snowflakes in slow motion. It was brave, it was bold, it was her masterpiece. If she said so herself.
She stole a glance at Peter, one table over, bent over and fiddling with some
tube on his project. His wavy black hair flopped over his blue eyes, and her heart did a flip, sticking the landing. She sighed. Steady.
She scanned the room, eying the other entries. It was the usual. Kenny Terpstra and his Tesla coil, which she was pretty sure his dad had built for him
for their sixth-grade science fair. Looked like Ronny Sharp had taken some tadpoles from the creek, stuck them in his sister's blue wading pool and called it
“The Miracle of Life.” Down the row, Lisa Banks was trying to coerce some white mice through a maze, but they seemed more interested in crawling up her
arm.
Katie grinned internally. The competition was thin this year. So much the better for her.
She had given up trying to convince her parents that art was her passion. But
today was her best chance to show them she could make more than something they would stick on the refrigerator door or display on the back of a dusty bookshelf.
The annual Nitrovex Scholarship Fair was the brightest hope for many of Golden Grove's seniors who wanted to go to college. Funded by John Wells, the
always upbeat founder of the local chemical plant where Katie's parents were
chemical engineers, first prize was such a big gift that for some students it determined where you could afford to go to college.
That wasn't as true for Katie. Her parents were happy to send her to pretty
much any decent school. As long as it wasn't the Mason School of Art in Chicago that she'd had her eye on since eighth grade. No, that wouldn't be
“practical” and she needed to think about a “career.”
She had begged them to the point where they had finally given her one hope.
If she won the Nitrovex scholarship for her art project, they'd pay the difference.
