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Carbon Amnesia - A Short Story

While going through some papers, I found a story I wrote back in high school chemistry. It’s a bit nerdy, yes. It must have been for extra credit or maybe my teacher said, "Come up with something creative to show what you’ve learned." I don’t remember. Usually when a teacher said, "Go be creative," I wrote a story.

Note: I did some surface editing for clarification but left it pretty much how I found it. 


Carbon Amnesia

Carbon washed the barely noticeable marble tables with her soggy, dingy rag as her boss called out more orders for her to fill. “Carbon, I need two hotdogs, one roast beef sandwich, and three gallons of mass, pronto.”

“Yes, sir,” Carbon called back. She had been working for Mr. Krypton for three years now and still hadn’t gotten the raise she had asked for many times. She claimed she just wanted to the money to feel special about herself.

“You don’t need a raise,” he would say. “You don’t even know who you are. With no family what could you do with extra cash? Too feel special? Whatever!” She endured the disappointment every time he said this by only saying “Yes, sir.” Then she would ignore him for a few days. This always got on his nerves so he would quickly apologize and give Carbon a discount on her next meal.

Carbon finished washing the marble table and hurried back to the kitchen to make two hotdogs, one roast beef and… What was it? Oh yes, three gallons of mass.

As she walked in the kitchen she noticed her friend Helium following her and giving her a questioning look. Helium was Carbon’s hero. She loved this girl and wanted so much to be like her. She did everything she could to follow Helium’s example. Helium is actually the reason Carbon started the silent treatment on Mr. Krypton.

“What?” Carbon asked in response to Helium’s expression.

“You don’t by chance belong to the 4-A family, do you?” Helium asked.