Okay, so Paul Revere rode the horse that was named Brown Beauty, not Black Beauty. I carefully jot down the correct answer onto my wrist with a sharpie, scribbling out the wrong answer I had previously wrote on my thumb.
"Victor, I know I've asked this before, but I'm gonna have to ask you again. Why cheat? Why don't you just learn the facts?" My sister, Bronwyn asks annoyingly. She just doesn't get it does she?
"Cause I don't need to learn this stuff, Wyn. It's all just a waste of time," I answer, and read the next question on my study guide for my history test on Monday. Bronwyn sighs, hopefully giving up on this topic, and lays back down on her bed, typing away on her little machine Jake had given her. I think it's called a competer. But then again, I'm probably wrong.
The next question asks what loyalists were called in the British colonies. I look back at my sister and ask her the question. This is what I've been doing for every question. We have the same teacher, so we get the same school work. "I put Tories, but I'm not sure," She says, scrunching up her nose. I shrug and jot the answer down on my elbow now. Dang it, I'm running out of room on my arm.
Bronwyn reaches into her pack and pulls out her textbook that our teacher had given us. I think I left mine on the bus. She flips to the correct page and after reading through it, looks up at me. "I was right, they are called Tories," She reports. I nod, and move on to the next question.
Just then the door opens up, and Claire walks in, her red curls bouncing on her head. "Dinner's ready," she says to us.
I groan. "Finally! I'm starving," I say, happily.
Bronwyn seems to have opposite feelings. "No! I'm almost done!" She says, and the textbook goes up in flames. "Oops, that wasn't supposed to happen," she says, her face turning red. The book is burnt crisp!
"Wow, Bronwyn I just assumed by now, you'd have mastered our peculiarity," I laugh. Claire giggles, and Bronwyn glares at me.
"Well at least I'm not stupid and cheating on an easy test!" She shoots back.
"Woh, there, Wyn. I just rather not waste my time doing foolish stuff like studying," I say in my defence. Bronwyn stands up in fury and Claire sprints out of the room, not wanting to witness another one of our fights. Bronwyn tosses the book onto my lap and marches out of the room. Ow, this book is scorching! My sister is such a hot head. I throw the seared textbook onto the floor, and leave the room, heading for the dinner table.