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Chapter Nine: Equation
Disclaimer: Same as always.
Algebra. Oh how I hated having algebra after lunch. It was truly the class that made the whole day go straight downhill. I went to my locker and opened it. I kind of gave it the "Melina Bianca" touch to it. It was adorned with They Might Be Giant posters, various movie posters, and pictures of me with my friends. I wasn't exactly the most popular girl in the ninth grade, nor was I the unattractive geek who no one would go out with to save their life. I was your stereotypical, average teenage girl. Yes, I like shopping and guys, I get average grades and like to hang out with my friends. I am average, Lizzie's not average and Gordo loves her, maybe then Gordo won't love me. Being average won't stop me from trying to get Lizzie McGuire the hell away from Gordo.
I then realized I was late for algebra with no other than Mr. Pinker when I heard the bell ring. It's bad enough that he had busted me in the beginning of the day, but he went postal when you were even a second late. I slammed my locker closed and went towards the Algebra room which was about twenty feet away from my locker.
"You're late Ms. Bianca," Mr. Pinker said as I entered the room.
"I'm sorry," I said putting on the best pitiful face that I could.
"Well, at least you're sorry," He said while he looked for his lesson plan for today.
I sat down to my regular seat that was right next to Melissa Hall, the most popular girl in the ninth grade according to the opinions of drooling male freshman who thought she was the next Cindy Crawford. She was dumb as a rock when it came to academics, but that didn't stop her from insulting everyone who was below her on the social scale.
"Ok, today we are going to solve equations! Is anyone happy?"
Of course there was silence, no one is happy about algebra, except Mr. Pinker, but he is a lonely bald man, who thinks plaid is the biggest thing since roller disco.
"Well, I'm happy! Okay, the first example today is 2a+3a-9=26."
Okay think Melina, think. 2a is me, 3a is Gordo, and 9 is Lizzie. To get Lizzie out the way, you add her to 26 to get 35. You then combine the like terms, which are me and Gordo to get 5a. Then you divide 35 by 5a to get seven! Algebra is easy when you relate it to real life. For once, I know something before the class genius, Irene Johnson does. I'm on top, I'm-
"The answer is a equals seven," Irene said proudly.
"Very good, Ms. Johnson. Everyone should follow Irene's example," Mr. Pinker said cheerfully. Irene Johnson, your average run of the mill teacher's pet. She's absolutely perfect in the eyes of teachers, but outside the classroom, she is a ranting and raving bitch whose parents spoil her to death with their large paychecks, Caribbean vacations, and luxury cars. Matt liked her at one point, he even asked her out, she then blatantly rejected him because he didn't come from good money, people like that sicken me. I even hate Irene more than I do Lizzie, which is quite astounding to say the least. What is perfect or beauty in that matter? Is it what we see on magazine covers? Or is it something else? To me, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, to someone on the face of this earth, you are beautiful. Why did I begin thinking about this shit? Oh well, it's not my fault that I'm in a peculiar mood, so I'll go blame teenage hormones.
"Melina Bianca!"
"Huh?"
"Would you like to walk us through the next problem," Mr. Pinker sneered.
"I would if I knew what the problem was," I said as I felt my face turn red in embarrassment.
"Ok," he huffed. "The problem is 50a+25a+20=170, please walk us through it."
"First you minus 20 from 170."
"Mr. Pinker, she's wrong. You're supposed to combine like terms *then* minus 20 from 170," she said in a sweet tone of voice, which I knew was complete bull shit. "It doesn't matter! You still get 'a' equals two! It doesn't matter!"
"Ms. Bianca, I think you've had enough excitement for today, go back to your normal, simple minded state," Mr. Pinker scoffed as he lowered his glasses. I heard Irene chuckle while Melissa put on her lip gloss. I could definitely see why Larry said Principal Reynolds was a "whack job". He hired Mr. Pinker.
"You really shouldn't ask people to answer an equation, if you're not going to let them. I wanted to try; I wanted to show people that I can do this, that I can-
See what a complete buffoon I made out of myself when Gordo is standing right outside the door.
"Mr. Gordon! How lovely to see you again," Mr. Pinker cheerfully chirped.
"I was coming back from my locker and was about to go back to study hall. Melina, I never knew you had Mr. Pinker for algebra!"
"You know her," he said as if I were infected with the flesh eating disease.
"Through mutual friends," I said with a sigh.
"Are you kidding? We are mutual friends," He said with a chuckle, the chuckle was probably because of my stupidity.
There was one word I can think of to describe my feelings towards that moment. AAAAH!! My mind was screaming with joy as a Cheshire cat smile engulfed my morbid, bored frown that had once been there. Did he just say we're mutual friends?! Somebody pinch me!
"Miss Bianca, are you alright," Mr. Pinker said while he was cleaning his glasses with his shirt.
"F-Fine, perfect, down right peachy!"
Peachy? Did I seriously just say I was, peachy? What kind of twisted person am I? Gordo must think I'm a real nutcase by now, if he doesn't think that already.
"Mr. Gordon! Shouldn't you be on your way back to, where ever it is you came from? Good bye," He said waving to Gordo.
"Bye, Mr. Pinker. Bye Melina, bye, um, everyone else," he said as he walked away into distance.
My trip on the train filled with happiness, came to a screeching halt. I felt emptier than before. If he truly loved me, he would have stayed. He doesn't love me, he loves Lizzie. Precious little Lizzie McGuire who can do absolutely no wrong and was a heavenly angel, yeah right, it was only a fake façade that only Miranda and I wouldn't believe for a second. Matt knew his sister was a slut, but wouldn't admit it to himself that it was true. There had to be away to make Gordo mine, and I was going to find it, and I don't care what happens, as long as he is mine.
[A/N: As always, review with your thoughts, thank you.]
Chapter Nine: Equation
Disclaimer: Same as always.
Algebra. Oh how I hated having algebra after lunch. It was truly the class that made the whole day go straight downhill. I went to my locker and opened it. I kind of gave it the "Melina Bianca" touch to it. It was adorned with They Might Be Giant posters, various movie posters, and pictures of me with my friends. I wasn't exactly the most popular girl in the ninth grade, nor was I the unattractive geek who no one would go out with to save their life. I was your stereotypical, average teenage girl. Yes, I like shopping and guys, I get average grades and like to hang out with my friends. I am average, Lizzie's not average and Gordo loves her, maybe then Gordo won't love me. Being average won't stop me from trying to get Lizzie McGuire the hell away from Gordo.
I then realized I was late for algebra with no other than Mr. Pinker when I heard the bell ring. It's bad enough that he had busted me in the beginning of the day, but he went postal when you were even a second late. I slammed my locker closed and went towards the Algebra room which was about twenty feet away from my locker.
"You're late Ms. Bianca," Mr. Pinker said as I entered the room.
"I'm sorry," I said putting on the best pitiful face that I could.
"Well, at least you're sorry," He said while he looked for his lesson plan for today.
I sat down to my regular seat that was right next to Melissa Hall, the most popular girl in the ninth grade according to the opinions of drooling male freshman who thought she was the next Cindy Crawford. She was dumb as a rock when it came to academics, but that didn't stop her from insulting everyone who was below her on the social scale.
"Ok, today we are going to solve equations! Is anyone happy?"
Of course there was silence, no one is happy about algebra, except Mr. Pinker, but he is a lonely bald man, who thinks plaid is the biggest thing since roller disco.
"Well, I'm happy! Okay, the first example today is 2a+3a-9=26."
Okay think Melina, think. 2a is me, 3a is Gordo, and 9 is Lizzie. To get Lizzie out the way, you add her to 26 to get 35. You then combine the like terms, which are me and Gordo to get 5a. Then you divide 35 by 5a to get seven! Algebra is easy when you relate it to real life. For once, I know something before the class genius, Irene Johnson does. I'm on top, I'm-
"The answer is a equals seven," Irene said proudly.
"Very good, Ms. Johnson. Everyone should follow Irene's example," Mr. Pinker said cheerfully. Irene Johnson, your average run of the mill teacher's pet. She's absolutely perfect in the eyes of teachers, but outside the classroom, she is a ranting and raving bitch whose parents spoil her to death with their large paychecks, Caribbean vacations, and luxury cars. Matt liked her at one point, he even asked her out, she then blatantly rejected him because he didn't come from good money, people like that sicken me. I even hate Irene more than I do Lizzie, which is quite astounding to say the least. What is perfect or beauty in that matter? Is it what we see on magazine covers? Or is it something else? To me, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, to someone on the face of this earth, you are beautiful. Why did I begin thinking about this shit? Oh well, it's not my fault that I'm in a peculiar mood, so I'll go blame teenage hormones.
"Melina Bianca!"
"Huh?"
"Would you like to walk us through the next problem," Mr. Pinker sneered.
"I would if I knew what the problem was," I said as I felt my face turn red in embarrassment.
"Ok," he huffed. "The problem is 50a+25a+20=170, please walk us through it."
"First you minus 20 from 170."
"Mr. Pinker, she's wrong. You're supposed to combine like terms *then* minus 20 from 170," she said in a sweet tone of voice, which I knew was complete bull shit. "It doesn't matter! You still get 'a' equals two! It doesn't matter!"
"Ms. Bianca, I think you've had enough excitement for today, go back to your normal, simple minded state," Mr. Pinker scoffed as he lowered his glasses. I heard Irene chuckle while Melissa put on her lip gloss. I could definitely see why Larry said Principal Reynolds was a "whack job". He hired Mr. Pinker.
"You really shouldn't ask people to answer an equation, if you're not going to let them. I wanted to try; I wanted to show people that I can do this, that I can-
See what a complete buffoon I made out of myself when Gordo is standing right outside the door.
"Mr. Gordon! How lovely to see you again," Mr. Pinker cheerfully chirped.
"I was coming back from my locker and was about to go back to study hall. Melina, I never knew you had Mr. Pinker for algebra!"
"You know her," he said as if I were infected with the flesh eating disease.
"Through mutual friends," I said with a sigh.
"Are you kidding? We are mutual friends," He said with a chuckle, the chuckle was probably because of my stupidity.
There was one word I can think of to describe my feelings towards that moment. AAAAH!! My mind was screaming with joy as a Cheshire cat smile engulfed my morbid, bored frown that had once been there. Did he just say we're mutual friends?! Somebody pinch me!
"Miss Bianca, are you alright," Mr. Pinker said while he was cleaning his glasses with his shirt.
"F-Fine, perfect, down right peachy!"
Peachy? Did I seriously just say I was, peachy? What kind of twisted person am I? Gordo must think I'm a real nutcase by now, if he doesn't think that already.
"Mr. Gordon! Shouldn't you be on your way back to, where ever it is you came from? Good bye," He said waving to Gordo.
"Bye, Mr. Pinker. Bye Melina, bye, um, everyone else," he said as he walked away into distance.
My trip on the train filled with happiness, came to a screeching halt. I felt emptier than before. If he truly loved me, he would have stayed. He doesn't love me, he loves Lizzie. Precious little Lizzie McGuire who can do absolutely no wrong and was a heavenly angel, yeah right, it was only a fake façade that only Miranda and I wouldn't believe for a second. Matt knew his sister was a slut, but wouldn't admit it to himself that it was true. There had to be away to make Gordo mine, and I was going to find it, and I don't care what happens, as long as he is mine.
[A/N: As always, review with your thoughts, thank you.]