"Sho Minamimoto?" The teacher looked up from his papers, and at the students in front of him. "Are you here?" He asked once again, trying to pick out the teenager who he called.
A dark skinned hand rose up behind a few peoples head. "I'm here, pops."
The teacher rolled his eyes, and sighed deeply. "It's Mr. Sakuraba, Minamimoto." He called a few more students name, and then quickly instructed them to seat.
The dark skinned teenager, Sho Minamimoto sighed, walking to his seat. School was rather boring lately...Couldn't he go straight to college and skip high school? It would be much easier than being stuck in this hellhole.
"A polyhedron composed of four triangular faces, three of which meet at the vertex..." The teacher looked up from his small brown book, and his blue eyes fell on Sho. "Ah...Minamimoto...listening, are you?
He actually was listening, despite what he looked like right now. Sho was holding up his head with his hand, elbow digging into the desk. "Stupid digit...Of course I was." Was all he muttered in reply to Mr.Sakuraba.
The teacher frowned, wrinkles growing deeper. "Then what was the object I just described?" He asked, wanting to know if the teenager was actually listening.
"A tetrahedron. Tetrahedra in plural." Was the automatic response, and Sho shifted his dark brown eyes to see the Mr. Sakuraba's face.
To say the least, it was rather amusing. He was just staring blankly at Sho, jaw wide open and held the book at his side.
Sho laughed slightly. "What? You've never seen one respond quickly?" He raised a hand, and adjusted his black hat (who knows how he got in with that on...). "Hehehe. Stupid zero. Never underestimate Sho Minamimoto, math genius."
The teacher finally regained composure, and snorted slightly. "Yes...genius...Sure. Let's go with that." He raised his book once again, and continued to read out of it.
"He doesn't know this stuff. It's basic math .Who wouldn't know the tetrahedron's volume? V equals one over three Aoh..." The self proclaimed math genius continued to think about this sort of stuff, until the bell rang.
It sounded like a llama was dying, to be perfectly honest.
"Class, remember to write up the facts about the tetrahedron and include the formula's for its volume, height, surface area and its base plane area. We'll be doing the rest of the formula's tomorrow." Mr. Sakuraba said, then shot a glance at the dark skinned teen. "Remember all of that, Minamimoto?"
"Yeah, yeah..." Sho yawned, grabbing his bag which was slung over the bag of his chair. "'Course I'll remember, POPS." He grinned slightly, heading out of the classroom door and into the hallways.
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Good God. That day would never end, he could've sworn...Whatever, though. It was over now, and that's what really mattered.
Now, time to go home and play some video-games! Atari, here comes Sho Minamimoto!
"Going to beat my old high score for Space Invaders..." He muttered under his breath, head down, and walked through the streets of Shibuya to his home on Koen Street.
However...things didn't calculate like he thought...
Just as he rounded the last road that lead to the street he lived on his street, something came.
Fast.
The teenager merely blinked as the fast approaching...car? What the hell...? It was coming right towards him, and it showed no sign of slowing down.
"Dammit...Dammit...Dammit..." He muttered, trying to force his legs to move. But, oh no. Of course they wouldn't. Legs never seemed to move when a person's life was in danger.
Then it hit him.
Sho gagged, feeling blood come up his throat and out his mouth, a sure sign internal organs have been damaged horribly. "F...u...ck..." He muttered, crumpling to the pavement.
You would expect a person to drive back when they just hit a person, but they didn't seem to. A hit and run, no doubt about it.
"Sorry, pops. Look like I can't do my homework..." His eyes slowly closed, and he was dead. Just like that. Gone...
