A/N: Witness the author's oh-so-humorous struggle to STOP putting dots with spaces in them.. . like what happened just did now. -.-'
Second Period - Advanced Calculus
"Room 108, Room 108 ..."
Ha!
And I found this class all by myself. Yeah, that's right. I'm a BIG boy now!
What?
Stop looking at me like that. I had a neglected childhood. Pffft.. .
Getting nauceous again... shouldn't have skipped breakfast and gotten hit with the ball /Glares at Her/. So this is how Boris feels every time he looks at a mirror …ughhh. Hmn. Interesting. No teacher here. Perfect. No one to feel sorry for me…Just lots and lots of empty seats. Empty seats that are getting filled by students at an alarming rate. Oh crap, gotta get to a chair before I vomit...
So many people.
I HATE crowded areas. Especially if the guy infront of you lets out an untimely flatulent bomb /Voltaire… tsk tsk./ Where to sit, where to sit... /Self-esteem level lowering.../ They're mocking me. I just know it. Sitting with their friends, while I have none. It's always like this. ALWAYS. Yes, I have an issue with rejection /Is that why you distance myself/ I hate myself for being this way. For being a Weakling like Him. "Oh, it's okay - this is just a phase you're going through." Interestingly enough, that phase lasted ten years. What is wrong with me? /Here we go again.. ./ Why am I like this way? I keep telling myself that I do not care what other people think. /I've prayed to God .. ./ But I know that I'm only telling myself lies. /...Won't you spare me?
Even in the old days, this phobia was always There. First dragged to the Abbey's recruitment center ..."Should I stand beside the big blond guy? He'll hide me pretty well." No, he'll probably accidentally /heh/ suffocate me to death. " Or how about short stuff over at the corner? No one looks at a shrimp." But he'll probably put my eye out with his nose... " I know! The pale boy. He seems nice enoug - oh never mind, he's carving a rat." And back then.. . I was actually naive enough to to sit on Boris' lap. /That's right, Tala. Slap yourself. Make your inner demons go away. No one will accept you. Not even God. /
"Hey, Tala! Sit with me!"
I could literally feel the hairs on my neck stand on end.
Suddenly my nauceousness returned. Getting lightheaded.. . want to kill myself. /Well, lookie here../ Finally, a empty seat away from the rambunctious bastards. Let's just hope Stacey doesn't find me. Dammit, the goths are behind me. I can actually feel their eyes digging a hole into the back of my skull. What's that sound? Oh, they've got iPods. And it's on full blast. Typical. Ignore it, Tala.. . just ignore it. Close your eyes. Lay your head down on the table. They know you're afraid.
Just ignore it.
'O Vivica
I wish you well
I watch you burn
In humid hell .. '
Uh-huh.. . go on.. .
'No crooked spine
No torn up scar
Will save you now ..'
O.. .kay then.
Onto the next candidate. And just my luck.. . another group of emotionally deranged females. /I should have stayed with the goths.. .might've fit in well there./ Blondes. Female blondes. Why do I suddenly have shivers down my spine? Great.. . they've got mp3 players. Oh well. Couldn't possibly be worse than what the goths listened to.. .
'Let the rain fall down
And wake my drea - '
My god. Did I just die and go to Hell? Run away and never look back. Run away and never look back. Run away and nev - Crap, I looked back. Is that goth girl .. . offering me a cigarette? So she sees it too, doesn't she? I belong with THEM? Maybe it's all ri -
"Watch where you're going, you idiot."
Bumped into yet another person. Now what… Is it the beer belly guy –
Oh.
My.
Fricking.
Lord.
It's. Kai.
"What are you doing here?"
That voice just sickens me to the stomach. Now I know I died and went to Hell. The guy's wearing cologne. Cheap, GERMAN cologne. What a Poser. It's all a ploy, isn't it? Boris did this to TORMENT ME. As if he actually gives a pretty damn about my education. Putting me in the same school as the one who could become the next Adolf just to hear me squirm in bewailment.. .
"Get away from me."
My pleasure.
You blue haired freak.
I'd better not see your face again. We all know Who's the Best. Yeah, and that's ME. Hey – don't walk away from me. I'm not done talking! Do NOT walk away from me! /..it's like before../ I Will NOT be IGNORED!
/..like always, I'm alone again../
"Settle down, class."
And here comes the teacher. Some elderly man with a receding hairline. Wearing plaid with brown slacks. What is this, the School of Boris Fashion? The Royal Academy of Visual Disorientation? Crap. I must look pretty pathetic wallowing around trying to find a seat. Something inside tells me to throw myself out the nearest window. I could, if there weren't a flower bed just outside. I've always pictured myself dying a painful, long death. Alone. In a morbid setting. Without flower beds. Maybe some melodic violin music in the background.
But that's just Me.
"Alright. Get out your pens and put everything under your desks. The Final Term 2 test will begin in three minutes."
Choke, spit, choke, choke.
Test? What TEST? I mean, I'm NEW. I'm not supposed to take some test I didn't even study for. You MUST understand that, right? Right? /.. .I feel insecure, mommy. Will you make the Him go away/
The seat I just sat in feels cold. Must be made out of Canadian metal. Heh. Canadians. .. haa.. .their lives are so happy. Happy happy fluffy bunny. I think I should probably stop talking to myself now. It's not sane. Nope. So Mr. Math Teacher here just placed the test infront of me. Holy … it's FIFTEEN PAGES. Shouldn't be a problem, right? Right?
"Hmm, you're new. I've got a proposition for you."
Proposition? You mean I don't have to take the test?
"I'm going to move you.. . new students have to be with the best in the class, you know, for a role model. I'm going to put you infront of Mr. Hiwatari here…now don't be shy...introduce yourself. I'm sure you'll be Best Friends sooner or later."
I could have slit my wrists.
This is only a dream. This is only a dream. A demented nightmare that can result in a possible brain tumour. But only a dream. Only a dream. Only a dream. Only a dr-
"You heard him. I'm the best in the class." And the conceited bastard smirked. An evil, malevolent smirk. Such ugly face paint. I cannot even begin to mask out my disgust. Good thing I'm sitting infront of him. God knows I'll need major eye surgery looking at his hair for two consecutive hours..
"You may begin."
Okay. This shouldn't be a problem. I'm an intelligent guy. /Yes, you are, my lovely.. . you're also a very Pretty Boy/
Onto the first question.
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1)
If A and B2- is x in 4, what is the value of 4 : 2?
Full sentences required. Include variables and representations.
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.. . Okay.
Maybe it involves more brain. Stupid Kai. I can hear his pencil scraping on his test paper. Think he can outdo me, eh? Just you wait and see, I'll get 100 percent...
Now to get busy.
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1) Answer:
The words "let be defined by" tell you that the symbol x is not supposed to represent a normal mathematical operation but one that is made up for this question.
/.. . I'm SO good.. ./
To evaluate you would substitute 4 for a and 2 for b in the expression
/.. . I am the Best .. . /
And this gives which equals the answer may -
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"BWAARGGHH!"
I literally jumped out of my seat .. . and must have lost alot of admiration by screaming like a pregnant donkey on helium.
"Is there a problem back there?"
Yes, I wanted to say. There is a problem. And I only say this because I think that it is just not right when the person sitting behind you starts touching your neck in an overly-friendly way. God, Kai, what the Hell is wrong with you?
"Yes, there's a problem."
But before I could open my mouth, the King Of Cold Bastards pointed an accusing finger at my face.
"He tried to copy my answers."
I wanted to kill him.
Right There.
What a LIE.
A DOWNRIGHT LIE.
I HATE LIES. I HATE LIARS.
"Wh - " But before I could even object to that blatant fabrication, the stupid, ignorant son-of-a-bitch teacher dragged me out of the seat /..he has a softer grip than Boris.. what a sissy/. I could feel them STARING and MOCKING ME.
All because of a Lie from The One I Hate The Most.
"Go stand in the hallway. And I won't give you another chance to take the test."
A son-of-a-bitch indeed.
"We don't tolerate cheaters here."
And I don't tolerate dumbasses.
How embarrassing. Standing outside the hallway. /..this really isn't any different from the Abbey../
The hallway smells of KFC potato salad. That was totally off topic. God, I want to kill Him. Decapitate him and mutate the rest of his body using a meat processing machette. Why didn't the other students /who saw/ tell the teacher what Really Happened? Oh yeah. They were standing up for Him. Kai, their god. Kai, their Devine Saviour. Kai, the boy of their Dreams. If they love Him so much, why don't they just marry Him and save me the burden of looking at him all day long? Oh wait. The lockers. Some girl's locker. What does that say?
"Mrs. Kai Hiwatari."
Idiots.
Weak Emotions. /..you're not Weak, little boy. Not Weak, like Him/
Two girls passed me, glaring. /Glares back/ What, you haven't seen a red head before? Don't get out much, do you? Civilized conversations making you feel anxious? Huh? Is THAT it, you little biatch? Is that REAL enough for ya? /...and she smiles/ And giggles. Stop GIGGLING. Are you making fun of me? 'Cause I have ways of dealing with Lesser Beings like you. Giggling. To Your Friend.
What. Is. So. Funny?
"That guy's hot."
I watched them disappear down the hallway.
Bunch of sluts.
TWO people. In ONE day. /.. .I'll go hang myself now, mommy../
I wonder how He handles it.
I'll get my revenge on Him. I'll kill Him. That's what I'll do. And what the fuck was He doing back there? I can truly say that there is nothing in the world more revolting than feeling the fingers of Kai on the back of your neck. Had He finally gone Insane? Seriously. Just trying to creep me out or.. .
Gasp!
Is he out to -
- get me?
Pfft, what am I saying? I mean, everyone is out to get me. So how is he any exception?
Maybe he's ..
Holy Shiza.
And before I knew it, darkness closed in around me.