CHAPTER 3

The Grade of a Math Test

After school,

"Mr. Beatles?" my teacher asked. I was just about to leave the school! My school always got out before "What's Her Name's" school!

"Yes?" I asked in an annoyed tone.

"Can you come over here?' she asked. "I want to talk with you about your test."

"Okay!" I answered, excitedly. "She's probably going to praise me for my fabulous test results!" I thought. I walked over to her desk.

"You got the worst grade in the whole district," she said, calmly.

"What?" I yelled. "I gave the best answers ever!"

"First, you answered, "How many times does it take by banging your head against the wall to get a concussion?" with, "4"," She said. "Why would you think 4? Second, you answered, "What is 2+2?" with, "You are an idiot". 2+2 is 4, not 2+2 is You are an idiot. And many others you got wrong."

"Listen," I said, annoyed. "You're not seeing things the way I do. You're seeing what people want you to see. Okay? Yesterday, I banged my head against the wall 4 times, and I think I got a concussion from it."

"That explains your answers," she said sarcastically.

"No, it explains your answers!" I yelled. "You're not looking at it a different way, like I did! And for the 2+2 problem? You're also looking at it how people want you to see it! Instead of seeing 4, I saw "You are an idiot" because I looked at it differently! My friend is an idiot, and his favorite number is 2, so do the math! 2+2 is really "You are" and "An idiot", so the answer isn't 4, it's "You are an idiot"!"

"You still got the lowest grade," she said. "And I'm not changing it!"

"Fine!" I yelled. "Be that way! But one day, you'll regret giving me the lowest grade in the district because someday I'll be a crazy genius, and everything you found right was actually wrong!"

First, she grimaced at me. But then I saw her face turn from anger, to fear.

"Alright!" she yelled. She took out my test; scribbled away at "Z" for "Zero" she put on my test, and wrote an "A" for "A Future Genius"! I think that's what it means… "There!" she yelled. "You have an "A"! Now leave me! I'm not worthy to be in your presence!"

"Okay!" I took my test, and ran out of the classroom. I ran over to Girloma High School. As soon as I got there, the bell rang. I got ran over by a bunch of girls! One girl stopped to help me get off the ground.

"What happened to you?" she asked.

"I got ran over by all those girls!" I said, pointing to the mob of girls. I looked at her, and realized she looked familiar. "Hey, are you Abigail Lincoln?"

"How'd you know?" she asked.

"I have my sources," I said. "Do you know a girl with long black hair in a ponytail, wearing a gigantic green sweater, sleeves covering her hands, and wearing black pants?"

"Yeah!" she exclaimed. "Wait, why do you want to know?"

"I saw her at the mall one day, and I really want to meet her!" I yelled out in emotional pain. "I can't get her off my mind! Do you know what it's like to have a person on your mind every day?"

"Uh, no," she said. "If you really want to meet her, why didn't you try to find her?"

"I tried that," I said. "Didn't work. My friend found out her cousin's name, her sister's name, and your name, but he couldn't find out her name!"

"Well," she said. "Okay. Her name is Kuki Sanban."

"Cool!" I yelled. "Say, is she walking home with you, or something?"

"No," Abby answered. "She had an appointment."

"What kind of appointment?" I asked.

"Dentist," she said. "Why?" She was too late. I was already on my way to the only dentist in town: Doctor Paine!

(A/N: I thought he'd never be glad to go to a dentist!)