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Jessie frowned as she mentally racked her mind with the noting's of mental calculations which she had no hope in the world of being able to solve in the slightest.

Wow. Her head really hurt.

"Come on you stupid question." Jessie murmured between grit teeth as she arched herself closer to the sticky-note sheet on the floor near Bonnie's bed, with a small pencil lodged within her left plastic hand. "Why can't you just solve yourself?"

The only reason she was even attempting to solve the Maths question (of which was very difficult for the Cowgirl indeed) in the first place was because she had been challenged by the snobby Piggy-Bank who currently thought he knew it all. And, when Jessie had protested against this fact, Hamm slyly pointed out that she wouldn't be able to solve something half as complicated as he could. So she had been left unable to argue against Hamm's statement as the rage built up within her. How could Hamm even indicate something like that? The indication was simply out of line and atrocious. She wasn't some dumb bimbo who couldn't even solve one Math's question. She didn't spend all those years under Emily's bed sleeping, Hamm should know. And she hadn't; she had actually listened to some of those things Emily had murmured to herself as she racked her head to decipher the answers for her homework (of which had been set 'very' unfairly) that she was trying to work through at the last minute, somehow always managing to get the homework in on time nonetheless.

Jessie could solve a few Maths questions, and this was for certain. Like, she knew how five plus five added to ten, and she also knew that the equation of a line was equal to 'y = mx + c', although she had no idea what the letters really meant after all. She didn't have the faintest clue if she could be honest. No wait. She couldn't be honest, especially not in front of Hamm. Would she ever hear the end of it if Hamm found out that she had contradicted her own word?

She knew basic Maths. But even this wasn't enough to solve the question the first time round.

"Hmmm..." She began to murmur to herself, obstinately placing her cheek on the end of the marker pen in order to keep her train of rushing thoughts on track, before repeating the question (that Hamm had verbally told her, not caring whether she did remember it by the time she got to the post-it note sheet or not). "If a right angled triangle has a width of five and a length of seven, then what is its overall area?"

During these moments, she had absolutely no clue whatsoever. What was she even supposed to do? She honestly had no idea.

What did you have to do in order to answer these questions again?

'Be smart maybe?' Jessie mentally remarked as she gently bit her bottom lip; this usually helped her when she tried to think.

Hmmm... Would it be acceptable to put a 'Warning: Do not feed the thinking Cowgirl a pencil; she WILL rip your hand off' sign over her life? Or would this be completely and utterly unacceptable?

Sighing, Jessie focused some of her concentration onto figuring the question out. Shouldn't this be as easy as pie?

Oh no. Don't get her started on that pie again. They were almost impossible to eat, and she wasn't sure whether she wanted one after the way making that cake turned out. And no, she hadn't yet realized that she had, in fact, placed coffee into the transparent mixing bowl rather than the actual Cocoa powder (of which had ironically been provided within the instructions box. But it hadn't even cross her mind to check there).

And don't get her started on Pi either. God she hated that number. Were you supposed to round it up? Or were you supposed to let the never ending numbers remain as never ending numbers? She wasn't sure in the slightest.

After a few moments, Jessie then realized that her train of thought had been drifting off completely, and she yet again forced her concentration onto the question.

Right, so five multiplied by seven is thirty-five," Jessie continued to murmur to herself, with high hopes that she was actually doing this right rather than completely wrong. She thought she had heard Emily mention something like this once in the past, but the Cowgirl wasn't sure whether her technique would be right or otherwise. "And a right angled triangle is basically half a rectangle. So maybe if I divide the over all total by two, I'll get the answer?"

Wow, she actually did have an idea after all.

So, this was exactly what she did. She divided thirty-five by two, which was seventeen and a half easy, before scribbling down the results on paper.

Once she had done so, she eagerly scanned the room for a trace of the Piggy-Bank. She had really did it! She could barely even believe her luck. So, she went to brag to the first toy she could think of; Hamm.

Hurrying her way to the other side of the room, where Hamm and Slinky had been playing a game of checkers, Jessie seemed ecstatic as she bounded those last few steps towards the Piggy-Bank.

"Ha!" Jessie remarked rather loudly as she came to a sudden halt in front of the porcelain toy. "It turns out that I can do it after all Mr 'Porky Pants'."

And with that said, Jessie threw the paper sheet down before Hamm and instantly headed off without another word said.

Hamm and Slink exchanged glances of bemusement.

"What was that all about?"

"Eh, I challenged her to answer a question."

"Did she get it right?" Slinky asked out of pure curiosity.

Hamm felt his metaphorical eyebrows arch as he squinted down at the sheet that lay on the ground before him. However, after a few moments, he simply shrugged.

"Eh, beats me. Who do you think I am 'Porkinstein?"

A/N A bit of a crappy ending, I know, but I had been rather tired when I finished this off.

The Maths question earlier in this chapter was a simple question that I could solve in year seven, since I was too lazy to think of anything else (Sorry!)

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