They weren’t bad at math.
They possessed tiger moms that had enrolled them in seventh-grade math classes ever since the beginning of elementary school. That had been hard, but now, all math classes were easy. It was the dullness of knowing everything that they were being taught that really killed them. Sela started trying to find the slope of a random curved line she had drawn out of boredness. Sirena watched the tip of her own to keep entertained. Both dearly wished that they had their hands on a book. It also didn’t help one bit that the teacher thought they were conceited show-offs. Mrs. Letti pointed her heavily jeweled fingers (cough talons cough) at surly teenagers, her eyes permanently fixed into a disapproving scowl. As if nothing could get worse, Sela and Sirena had been separated. Sela gazed at the inhabitants of her table. Yes, the teacher forced them to sit in tables like immature middle schoolers instead of rows. One was a salty, sarcastic girl called Emma. Sela already began to picture her as a panther. Then there was another girl, Jacqueline. She seemed reformed and delicate, with her silk clothes and sharp manners, but the moment Emma and Jacqueline had met, they had bonded, and Jacqueline seemed more boisterous. Of course, Jacqueline would be a cat, more specifically a Siamese. And one person that sat next to her…
...brought bad memories.
He had been her classmate at a school year where she possessed no friends at all. Contrary to her, he had been one of the most popular kids in the school. Kids crowded around him, while Sela had sulked behind the playground fence. Also, he was obsessed with mohawks. Okay, we get it. Hair can stand up in the middle sometimes. Sela mildly wondered if he was still as annoying and immature as he was in elementary school. Oh, of course he was. After all, this was Kohaku.
Kohaku began waving his arms and yelling obnoxiously. “I can’t do this problem! It’s so hard! It isn’t fair! I’m smarter than all of you!” All exclamation points, yes. Mrs. Letti twisted her wrinkled face into an over-saccharine smile.
“Kohaku, why don’t you ask someone else for help then?” And of course Kohaku just had to choose, well, Sela. I shouldn’t Sirena told herself. But it was hard to not laugh at what was going on. She had long since finished her work and found an excellent source of entertainment.
“How do you still not get it? I’ve explained this to you at least a hundred times, you were supposed to know this since 8th grade and we’re in 9th grade now! It’s slope, for Pete's sake!” Sela was fuming. Unsurprisingly, Kohaku really didn’t get what was going on.
“How did you get that?”
“By using something you obviously lack, a brain!” Sela snapped back
“Teacher! Teacher! Excuse me?!” Kohaku shrieked “Sela insulted me!”
Mrs. Letti hobbled over, shaping her stiff, wrinkled face into a scowl. “Sela, is this true? This is a safe place for those to enrich their mind. I am ashamed of you.”
Sela rolled her eyes and grumbled maliciously. “ Enrich my mind, with what? Burning trash? And by the way, the Erudite must have created Kohaku to study the Neanderthals.” but the two didn’t hear her, thankfully. As imprudent as she was, Sela didn’t want to be sent to the principal’s office on the first day. It seemed that no one except Mrs. Letti would ever see anything in Kohaku...but who could tell, with a poodle?
“Well, now I can come to the conclusion that Algebra is not only boring but also-” Sela didn’t finish her sentence, instead choosing to give her locker a hard, undeserved kick.
Sirena chided her, “Don’t take it out on your locker. Besides, since next period is about writing. It’ll be amazing,” But as Sela, Sirena, and Kiara approached the door she added “If the teacher doesn’t ruin it,”
Mr. Parks did anything but ruin writing for them. If he ruined anything, it was the impressions the girls had of their past teachers. He wasn’t energetic but still had a sense of humor. And the best part, he roasted at least half the class. The only bad news was that there was to be no moving into different seats. They had assigned rows, Sirena and Sela, were, once again, not together. The rest of the period was relatively easy. There was a five-minute speech about rules. Another one about what they would be doing and finally, free time. Sela and Sirena filled out their chart with people who could be in possible plastic cups, and of course, the rare few who were already in ones.
A/N:
Kohaku: Poodle
Narayon: Rat
Kiara: Dolphin
Raina: Leopard
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