God. Math is awful.
Why did I even bother to take advanced math? With a long groan, I slouched in my seat, flopping my arms on the desk in front of me.
5 more minutes, and this hell will be over…
What's the point of learning how to do algebra? Oh yeah. It'll help me how to buy a goddamn house. The thought of having to finish the worksheet disgusted me. I glance beside me, over at Gon, who wasn't doing any better.
What a surprise. He's already thinking too hard.
Whenever Gon was confused, thinking too hard, or thinking at all, grey smoke would come pouring out of his ears. Don't ask me how. He doesn't even know himself. "Killua. Are you working properly?" The professor spoke, turning towards me. "Yeah." I sigh, straightening up.
I don't want to be this obedient. But, the professor is none other than Hisoka. Hisoka is one of the professors in our school. Probably the most insane one. Nobody knows his actual last name, so everyone calls him Hisoka. Instead of wearing a suit like all other teachers, he wore…something. I'm not really sure how to describe it. Its pink, and blue. And he has a star and a teardrop painted on his face. Anyways, I'm pretty sure he works as a clown part time. Either that, or he's a serial killer. Maybe both. But hey, who am I to judge?
Continuing the math problems, I slid my pencil across the paper, leaving marks as I went. I wasn't writing anything in particular. It wasn't like Hisoka ever checked anyways. A nudge on my arm caused me to snap my head towards my left side. It was just Gon, who was dozing off. It was silent for a few moments, until the bell went off, causing Gon to shoot out of his seat and race out the door. Hisoka, who was used to this, just calmly dismissed us. Abandoning the math problems, I shoved the worksheet into my pocket. Who cared if it got crumpled?
I yawned and walked out the door, following after Gon.
In the cafeteria, I stepped into the lunch line, buying some chocolate robots and settling next to Gon. Gon was already wolfing down his lunch.
"Kiwuwa. Whre yu onlewy etins cho'olage rohots?" Gon asked, spitting some food in my face. "Gon, I told you not to talk with your mouth full! Ewww..." I sighed, wiping the crumbs off of my face. Gon paused for a minute to chew, but then swallowed quickly, repeating what he said. "Why're you only eating chocolate robots? Are you on a diet or something?" I spit out my juice on his face. "What?! What are you even saying?! Do you think I'm fat or something?!" I sputtered, choking on the rest of the juice. "I was just kidding..?" Gon replies, a cheeky smile mushrooming onto his face.
Suddenly, the cafeteria went quiet, as a group of students came in. The phantom troupe. These delinquents made up a gang, called the phantom troupe. Most of them- or probably all of them, had been held back at least ten times. Our teacher, Hisoka, was to have rumoured to be a part of the phantom troupe once. Not that I mattered to me, anyways. Sighing, I dumped the contents of my chocolate robot into my mouth, and dragged Gon out of the cafeteria..