"..page 97, 2-46 even, 54, 58, 61 and 62."
Tyler Connell glanced furtively at the clock. Usually, he
loved math, but today his Honors Calculus class crept by like…something slow
and creepy. He just wanted out.
"…the vertices." Oooooookay, he'd just totally spaced
that point. He'd have to ask his table partner about that one tomorrow.
Thankfully, the bell rang. Tyler shoved everything into
his backpack, forgoing organization just this once. As he sped out of Calculus,
he barely missed running straight into Hank running out of French.
"Hey, Hank!"
"Tyler, my man! Hey, do you know if Jamie's sick? He
wasn't in Monsieur LeBon's this morning."
"Yeah, I think he caught that bug that's been going
around. Nasty stuff. Half our team's out with it."