Chapter 19
Oh yeah! I can't believe it! Chapter 19! I was only planning to write a 10 Chapter fanfic, but this is totally AWESOME! I've still got more ideas, too!
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"There you are!" scowled Angeline, throwing open the door to the girl's dormitories. Michelle raised her eyes to the ceiling, her lips tight.
"Go away," she said.
"I want to ask you about KUMON," replied Angeline. At the slightest mention of maths, Michelle suddenly felt her spirits rise. That was strange. She hated maths, despite being good at it. And when I say good, I mean GOOD.
"Why? You haven't even got your homework," said Michelle, dully.
"Oh yes I have. Remember? When Professor Dumbledore magicked all our stuff here, he said we could bring personal items, too. So while Christina was trying to Summon her fluffy pink booma, I begged Professor Mcgonagall to let me bring all my maths homework," Angeline smiled, gazing into the ceiling. "Lovely maths. Wonderful maths. Signposts maths. Oh how I LOVE that book. I read it every night, when I finish reading the dictionary."
Michelle began to look worried. "Angeline? You're reading the . dictionary?"
"Uh huh," Angeline nodded her head vigorously. "It's so interesting."
"Angeline, Angeline," sighed Michelle, shaking her head sadly. But she couldn't stop the grin. Damn. She would have to watch Rachel more carefully when she did it next time.
"Here, see. I couldn't quite understand why 87/96 plus 0.5987, minus 21.3% of that, and divided by 65.28, plus E squared would equal -.63582."
"Ah," said Michelle. "That's a mistake that lots of people make. See, if you add that to that, and then subtract, divide and make it into all kinds of things, you are still missing the main point."
And she and Angeline began to stretch their horrifyingly powerful brain cells, by doing algebra, (which Michelle found boring and too easy), problem solving (which Angeline found delightfully fun and simple), and more dreadful things that could give any ordinary human being a migraine.
When Rachel walked back into the room, she stared in disgust and horror at all the mathematical textbooks spread out over the floor.
"Freaks!" she exclaimed. "How can you DO that? You psycho maniacs!"
"How can you read that?" snorted Angeline, pointing the end of her pen towards a stack of books that Rachel had put on her bed. Angeline got up, and began to read the titles of the books out loud, saying each one with thinly veiled disgust.
"The Keeping Place, is that just ONE book?" she gaped at the 700+ page book.
"Michelle wanted to read it, too," shrugged Rachel.
"The Earthsea Quartet- what the hell is that?"
"I got it for my BIRTHDAY," Rachel stared accusingly at Angeline and Michelle. "Remember? The day you said, 'it's not your birthday. You're a liar'."
"Yeah, well that's because you're always being sarcastic, so we can't tell when you're lying and when you're 'telling the truth'," said Angeline.
"Yeah," agreed Michelle.
Rachel snorted. "Yeah right. That's just another one of your pitiful little excuses."
Angeline looked thoughtful. As usual. "You're right," she nodded. "It is another one of our 'pitiful little excuses'."
Her friend scowled, looking suspicious. She was always suspicious when Angeline or someone agreed with her. "What do you want?" she asked.
"Whatever do you mean? I don't want anything," smiled Angeline.
"You're a terrible liar," replied Rachel, her tone wary.
"I know I am," said Angeline, cheerfully. Michelle shuddered at the happy tone. Anything nice, even if it was fake was unbearable to her ears.
Rachel looked around quickly, then, grabbing one of the books on her bed, ran out, before Angeline could say anything. The sound of her friends' laughter followed her out into the corridor.
"Freaks," muttered Rachel, sitting down, her back against the wall. "Complete maniacs." Flipping her book open, she began reading, and soon her head was filled with images of assassins trying to poison kings, soldiers killing each other, and shafts sticking out of the throats of fallen fighters. Quite a lovely book it was, really.
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I *know*. this chapter was extremely short and boring. But I have a serious case of writer's block, resulting from people looking over my shoulder all the time, the second I start typing. Yes, Michelle. In other words, YOU. I saw you looking, so don't try to deny it. It's ALL YOUR FAULT.
Oh yeah! I can't believe it! Chapter 19! I was only planning to write a 10 Chapter fanfic, but this is totally AWESOME! I've still got more ideas, too!
*
"There you are!" scowled Angeline, throwing open the door to the girl's dormitories. Michelle raised her eyes to the ceiling, her lips tight.
"Go away," she said.
"I want to ask you about KUMON," replied Angeline. At the slightest mention of maths, Michelle suddenly felt her spirits rise. That was strange. She hated maths, despite being good at it. And when I say good, I mean GOOD.
"Why? You haven't even got your homework," said Michelle, dully.
"Oh yes I have. Remember? When Professor Dumbledore magicked all our stuff here, he said we could bring personal items, too. So while Christina was trying to Summon her fluffy pink booma, I begged Professor Mcgonagall to let me bring all my maths homework," Angeline smiled, gazing into the ceiling. "Lovely maths. Wonderful maths. Signposts maths. Oh how I LOVE that book. I read it every night, when I finish reading the dictionary."
Michelle began to look worried. "Angeline? You're reading the . dictionary?"
"Uh huh," Angeline nodded her head vigorously. "It's so interesting."
"Angeline, Angeline," sighed Michelle, shaking her head sadly. But she couldn't stop the grin. Damn. She would have to watch Rachel more carefully when she did it next time.
"Here, see. I couldn't quite understand why 87/96 plus 0.5987, minus 21.3% of that, and divided by 65.28, plus E squared would equal -.63582."
"Ah," said Michelle. "That's a mistake that lots of people make. See, if you add that to that, and then subtract, divide and make it into all kinds of things, you are still missing the main point."
And she and Angeline began to stretch their horrifyingly powerful brain cells, by doing algebra, (which Michelle found boring and too easy), problem solving (which Angeline found delightfully fun and simple), and more dreadful things that could give any ordinary human being a migraine.
When Rachel walked back into the room, she stared in disgust and horror at all the mathematical textbooks spread out over the floor.
"Freaks!" she exclaimed. "How can you DO that? You psycho maniacs!"
"How can you read that?" snorted Angeline, pointing the end of her pen towards a stack of books that Rachel had put on her bed. Angeline got up, and began to read the titles of the books out loud, saying each one with thinly veiled disgust.
"The Keeping Place, is that just ONE book?" she gaped at the 700+ page book.
"Michelle wanted to read it, too," shrugged Rachel.
"The Earthsea Quartet- what the hell is that?"
"I got it for my BIRTHDAY," Rachel stared accusingly at Angeline and Michelle. "Remember? The day you said, 'it's not your birthday. You're a liar'."
"Yeah, well that's because you're always being sarcastic, so we can't tell when you're lying and when you're 'telling the truth'," said Angeline.
"Yeah," agreed Michelle.
Rachel snorted. "Yeah right. That's just another one of your pitiful little excuses."
Angeline looked thoughtful. As usual. "You're right," she nodded. "It is another one of our 'pitiful little excuses'."
Her friend scowled, looking suspicious. She was always suspicious when Angeline or someone agreed with her. "What do you want?" she asked.
"Whatever do you mean? I don't want anything," smiled Angeline.
"You're a terrible liar," replied Rachel, her tone wary.
"I know I am," said Angeline, cheerfully. Michelle shuddered at the happy tone. Anything nice, even if it was fake was unbearable to her ears.
Rachel looked around quickly, then, grabbing one of the books on her bed, ran out, before Angeline could say anything. The sound of her friends' laughter followed her out into the corridor.
"Freaks," muttered Rachel, sitting down, her back against the wall. "Complete maniacs." Flipping her book open, she began reading, and soon her head was filled with images of assassins trying to poison kings, soldiers killing each other, and shafts sticking out of the throats of fallen fighters. Quite a lovely book it was, really.
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I *know*. this chapter was extremely short and boring. But I have a serious case of writer's block, resulting from people looking over my shoulder all the time, the second I start typing. Yes, Michelle. In other words, YOU. I saw you looking, so don't try to deny it. It's ALL YOUR FAULT.