SiP: Okay, I got bored and wrote this story. Don't know why, I just did. So hope you like it, and I do not own anything that comes to your mind, okay? Sweet.
Zero. In a menacing red marker. Zero. I think it was glaring at me, in it's own killing intent glare. Was that even possible? I sighed and packed my textbook and test as the bell rang ending my classes.
'Where did I go wrong?'I thought as I left the school grounds, thinking about the day before.
*FLASH BACK*
"We're going to have a test tomorrow class!" Ms. Warp came in to class. Her stringy white hair seemed to be like Medusa's hairstyle, I swear they would move on it's own when she got mad at someone. The rest of Ms. Warp's features were too ugly to even be mentioned; the first time I saw her, I got traumatized for a week. Doctors said that if it weren't for my big brother, I'd have been a coma for the rest of my life. Anyway's back to the topic. We were going to have a test, in Math class!
Exciting, I know. But not for me. I'm pretty average in this whole subject, and my parents keep nagging me to do better. The reason? To find a better husband, a very stupid reason to get my grade up; I know. So I did what my parents told me to do; study. Something I really dread than death. Yeah, more than death, weird I know.
I skimmed through the mock test and noticed that I pretty much know most of them if only I review them, and a couple that I never saw at all. Thing is that, from my experience of math tests, the mock test are the identical twins to the given test on the actual day. Now that was pretty advantageous fir me.
So to speak, I studied for it like a good girl… correction: I only studied the questions that were foreign to me.
*END OF FLASH BACK*
And here I am holding the caveman zero on my paper. It said that most of the marks were on those two foreign questions. So I studied them; top to bottom, side to side, and vice versa for both.
I even found new calculations to solve pollutions! 'And so I went off track after all.'I sighed as I opened the door to my house, and went straight to my room.
-time skip-
I got halfway through my corrections when my mother called me.
"Abigail! Your tutor is here!" 'Tutor? When did I get a tutor?'I pushed my thoughts away and went downstairs.
When I looked at the door, I nearly fell face first. For the person who was standing there was none other than the deceased Albert Einstien. I was gonna freak out on him and run back to my room but I was glued to my spot. My mouth gaped open. 'What's a dead doing at my door?'
SiP: Well hoped you liked it. If you did tell me to continue, I couldn't decide myself… and so I want you people to decide for me.