He met the rest of the Brotherhood at the usual place.

"There's this new girl in my math class."he told them.

"So?"

"So, that's just about the most exciting thing that's happened in the most boring class ever! I'm guessing she must have money. She was wearing the most expensive jewelry I've ever seen!"he exclaimed.

"What would someone with money be doing at this dump?"

"Don't know."

The next morning, Pietro looked over his schedule. Hopefully he'd see her before math class. She had the same history, also.

"Hi. Remember me?"he asked.

"Of course I remember you. You're Pietrito."

"Uh, Pietro."

"Right. Any empty seats around here?"

"There's one right here."he said, pointing to the one behind him.

"Oh, thank you."she said, as she sat, and got a book out before class started. "You always get to class early?"

"Oh, yeah."

"That's good. Me, too. I never lose time on anything, just go from class to another, you know."

Pietro nodded.

"At my old school I was always the very first one in every class."

Pietro smiled.

"Me, too."

"That's nice."she said. "It gives me time to get a little bit of reading done."

Pietro nodded, seeing she wasn't going to pay much more attention to him, now that she was becoming absorbed in her book.

"Wait a minute, you're not wearing your ring today. That's a nice watch, though."he said.

"Why should I be wearing a ring? Yesterday was a special day. It was my first day. Why should I wear anything special today?"she asked.

As she pointed that out, he noticed that she did seem to be dressed much more plain today.

"Oh. That's still a nice watch, though."

"Thank you. I wear a watch every day. That way I know the time. I own more watches than everyone I know put together."

"Wow."

They didn't have much of a chance to talk, as the teacher began class.

"Your notes are neater than mine."Pietro commented.

"Really. People can't usually read my writing. I write too fast. I write micoscopic."

"Well, I can read it."

"You can? That's incredible. I can read yours, too."

"Who was that that came to pick you up yesterday, anyway. That's a nice car. Your chauffeur?"

"No. My brother. He's younger than I am, but he can drive. He got his license as soon as he was allowed. I may be older, but my parents won't let me get mine."

"Oh. And that would be because..."

She didn't answer, but was already getting ready to leave. As soon as class was dismissed she practically vanished out the door. Pietro didn't see her again until math class.

"You got any idea how we're supposed to do the homework, exactly?"she asked him.

"You're looking at the class genius."he told her.

"Oh, good. Because math is my worse subject, believe it or not. The only math I'm any good at is algebra. However, outside of that, I'm terrible, especially in geometry. Let's see...maybe you could explain this for me."she handed him her homework.

"Oh, well..."

"Everyone get out last night's homework, we're going to check it."the teacher said from the front of the room.

"Oh, well, you might get it better this time."he told her, and dropped the paper in front of her.

After they checked the homework, and went through every day's boring lecture on their lesson, they were assigned their homework, and given time to work on it.

"Did you understand any of that? I got it a little I think, but I always get the wrong answers. What about you?"

"Um, let's see, well, I seem to know the answer before doing the actual work."

"That's the problem with this class. They always wanna see your work! Is it time to go home yet?"

"Um, ten more minutes."

"The afternoon is always the longest part of the day! I hate it."

"I understand exactly how you feel."

"Well, I better pack up. I'll do it at home. I could get some reading done in the meantime."