Sabrina was in her own personal little heck right now. That's right. Math. Matt had left her with a statement-"If you decide to off a couple other kids in the school in a bizarre freak accident, there's this real annoying guy who keeps staring at me. I won't mind if you push him down the stairs on 'accident'." Before jetting off before being scalded by Sabrina fiery temper- and Sabrina was left to face the subject at hand alone.

This brings us back to it. You'd think that they'd cut her a little slack seeing as she's new, and, quite frankly, doesn't know what-the-heck-her-math-teacher-is-talking-about. Seriously. An example of the heckish torture her demon-of-a-teacher provides: "V= b+ p/h – nr – x". Solve for 'p'.

And to make it worse, Mr. Hatters, the aforementioned bringer of doom, seemed to have it out for her. In twenty minutes, she had been called on no less than fifteen times.

Oh, yeah. Schools may vary from coast to coast, but math teachers stay the same. She was also seated next to what she increasingly believed to be the quietist slip of a girl ever to be placed on the Earth. Okay, so maybe that's an exaggeration. But she was pretty quiet. Sabrina shook her head, trying to rid herself of thoughts of anything other that her mountainously massive homework and these impossible problems. But, really, did the teacher have mental problems? There was no way she was going to be able to do this problem. Frustrated, she scribbled a guessed answer on her much-abused paper; 'V= lwh' (solve for 'h') became h= lw/v. Sabrina's murder of the unfortunate paper that happened to be in the printer when the problems were printed was interrupted by a small voice speaking softly.

"You're doing it wrong."

It was the quiet girl. Pale green eyes peeked shyly from behind feathery lashes fringed by creamy skin. Her light blonde hair hid what was not already covered of her luminous eyes. A small sprig of hair poked curiously out of the top of her head, vaguely reminiscent of a stem to those looking. The girl raised her own pencil and guided it over to the math problem.

"It's not 'h= lw/v'. From 'V=lwh', it becomes v/lw = h. That's because you divide both sides by lw, leaving you with the answer." The girl dropped the pencil and gazed at Sabrina, mildly interested.

"But why? It doesn't make any sense!" Sabrina could hear some of her earlier frustrations seeping through her declaration.

To her surprise, the girl smiled.

"I know. I don't get it either. But the best thing to do in this class is to just do as the teacher says, no matter if he seems to be spewing nonsensical verbage. As far as I can tell, the thing to do is get the desired variable, in this case 'h', on its own. Make sense?"

"I…guess. In its own convoluted kind of way."

"I'm Apple, by the way."

"Apple… another nickname?" Sabrina wondered aloud.

Apple shook her head frantically, a hint of a blush upon her cheeks. "No. Apple is my given name."

Sabrina cracked a smile. "You're the second person I've met today with an unusual name."

"Yeah… My mom's kind of a nut. A good one though. A good, nutty nut." Apple remarked.

"Ah… my grandmother's the same way." She winced almost unnoticeably. (Apple noticed, but, having been in enough awkward situations, decided not to call her on it.) "I'm Sabrina Grimm. The apparently infamous new girl."

"Nice to meet you, Sabrina Grimm."

Apple looked up. "Oh, cover your ears now…"

"Cover my ears..? Why-"

The bell rang. As it was directly above them, Sabrina's ear's ceased functioning and the world swam for a moment.

"Wow." She said, when she regained the ability to speak coherently.

"Yeah… hey, I've got writing next. You?"

"I've got science with Mrs. Jolenski."

"Bummer. But at least she's relatively sane…compared to this." Apple gestured to Mr. Hatter who was fixing his (obviously fake) Elvis toupee/wig.

"Bye Sabrina." Apple smiled, and they left the room, heading in opposite directions.

Somewhere, somehow, someone laughed. And the sounds of a punch echoed soon after. But not here. And probably not in anything that will ever relate to this story.

~'smybestfriend,bestofallbestfriends,doyouhaveabestfriendtoo?Lineline.~~

So? How was it?

I'd like to point out that that in my last story, my author's notes were one-hundred and forty-two words long, whereas the rest of it was five-hundred and sixteen words long. So. Friggen. Not. The same. As. Both. The Same. Length.

*Cough*

By the way, I drew a picture of Apple. Here's a kind of link -

www (dot) novaline-tokyo(dot)deviantart(dot)com/art/Apple-of-Unfair-103909735

Hope you've enjoyed the update!

~CannibalisticSkittles