I enjoyed writing this one as I gave Celeste my struggles of maths yay x And Sam offers some much needed comfort. I was quite proud of the passionate dialogue I was able to create. Feel free to review.

I felt the test paper sniggering at me as I entered the bunker. It was rustling away in my backpack, making sure to remind me that every step I took was the step of a failure. The step of someone who was inferior to others numerically. I was an odd number out. Rage ignited inside of me and quickly multiplied, grabbing my backpack by the strap I launched it across the room. Tears of frustration rolled perfectly parallel down my flushed face as Gabriel entered.

"Hey kiddo how did the test-" Uncle Gabe stopped as he saw me, "That bad huh."

I nodded and slumped onto the couch. Sam came in and exchanged a look with Gabriel. Picking up my bag he unzipped it, the zip was laughing at me too.

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad Celeste," he reassured me as he lifted the paper carefully out as if it was something to be cherished.

"A U Sam, I got a U. I was the only one and do you know what U stands for? Unintelligent," I explained dejectedly as I folded my arms over my heavy stomach.

"No it means ungraded. And you are not unintelligent Cel," Sam spoke softly as he sat next to me.

"You don't understand. I was the only one in my entire class to get nothing. I could see the satisfaction in their smug eyes. They consider me to be a freak in English because I naturally excel at it. I blend in in science. And as for maths, well the crappy result speaks for itself. Why? Why can't I just be good at maths like everyone else," I huffed. I felt like nothing could subtract my anger.

"Kiddo, this isn't the apocalypse. I know this sounds cliché but it's good to be different. I mean if we were all identical the world would be mundane. Then we wouldn't have geniuses who were brilliant at certain things. Right Sam?" Gabriel looked to Sam in an attempt to further positively reinforce me by showing that my failed test result did not define my level of intelligence.

"Exactly. You love English and you enjoy it, so take some pride in yourself. And so what you got zero? That means we can improve massively on this," Sam reassured me as he squeezed my shoulder.

"It won't stick in. I revise and try so hard to focus but I just end up failing, all of the time. I'm sick of it," I couldn't help but whimper the thought of never passing maths shook me at my very core. I would be so limited.

"I know it sucks. But I am going to help you get through this Cel. You are going to hate me for this but I am going to become your personal maths tutor and that way the others at school won't notice. We can do this and I'm sure the next test you get you will kick it in the ass," Sam leaned closer to me and I noticed the determination divided equally in his eyes. He was serious and he had faith in me.

"You mean it?" my voice came out hoarse.

He nodded and I threw my arms around him.

"Where's my hug?" Gabriel whined as I smiled and gave one to him as well. "I can help you too you know."

"No I think Sam would be better. I need to be serious about this. No offence Uncle Gabe," I said with an inch of regret.

"You're right. We would probably end up with the proportions of ninety-nine point nine percent consuming candy and one work, which would then equal no work," he nodded in understanding.

"When do we start?" I turned to Sam eagerly (well as much as I could muster)

Clearly he was proud of my maturity, judging by his smile.

"Now."

Damn it.