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He had been dreaming of exams. Endless amount of exams. If exams were part of an Olympic sport, Brian Johnson would have excelled in all of them. However, his subconscious had a different plan. Picking up a No. 2 pencil and looking at the exam in front of him, Brian attempted to write out the answer to the question but there were no words left behind. He pushed the led of the pencil as harshly as he could onto the paper, but still no words were written. He shook the pencil in the air, as if it had ink, and tried to write out his answer once more.

"Time's up!" he heard the teacher's voice ring out in the classroom. His exam was collected and in a matter of seconds, the teacher was handing back the exams. Brian help his breath as he waited for his results. Once the teacher was in front of his desk, he passed to Brian an endless amount of exams. The first paper had an 'F' stamped on it.

"No," Brian whimpered as the teacher passed another 'F' to him. Then another, then another, then another. "No, no, no!" Brian yelled as he clutched his hair with hands and hid his face onto his desk.

"F is for failure!" a voice echoed in his ears and it was at that moment that Brian leaped from his bed.

Heavy breathing filled his chest as his vision cleared and looked at his surroundings. He was in his bedroom, drenched in sweat from that horrible nightmare. Getting out of bed, he headed over to his desk and pulled out a folder that had his previously corrected exams. 'A+: Excellent work; A+: You are an amazing student; A+: Keep up the good work." A wave of relief came over him when he saw those grades. "It was just a dream," he convinced himself. He had never experienced such a nightmare before and he couldn't understand why he was getting them now? Was something going to happen?

No he convinced himself. Nothing is going to happen. I know I am doing fine and I know that I am because my parents haven't been on my case about it! He ran a hand over his blond hair and once more tried to calm himself down. Who would have thought that high school would turn out to be so difficult...at least for him. Some of his peers were having the best time of their lives of hanging out in groups, going to parties, going shopping while he had to come home after school and fall into reading his textbooks. Extracurricular clubs had changed the monotonous lifestyle that he had been living before, but there was so much that Brian could get into when he attended Physics Club, Math Club, and Latin Club. He felt that he had at least found his own niche where he could thrive and be himself, yet his group was one that the others looked down upon.

What group of preps and jocks would want to hang out with a nerd like him? He would become a laughingstock of the whole school and those who were popular considered it to be a social suicide for them. Though there was that one day that Brian would never forget. A very charming prep girl had gone up to Brian and asked if he could do her math homework. She had been so kind and coquette with her requirement that Brian had fallen for it. He had done her math homework, one that he could do in his sleep, and when he gave it to her the next day, she had taken the homework and demanded a 'get lost nerd.'

So that's how it was in Shermer High. Those who were too busy with their appearances would ask the nerds for help, but Brian knew that they wouldn't succeed in life if they kept doing that. To him, life had a formula and the integers that were used could give a value or make it undefinable. God I'm thinking in math he sighed. He had to stop thinking about that and get ready for school. He couldn't have a tardiness on his perfect record. Quickly freshening up and changing into his clothes, Brian stuffed his backpack with his homework and textbooks. Pulling onto his socks, he almost tripped as he headed downstairs.

In the kitchen, his little sister was ready for school and enjoying her breakfast. "You missed the bus," his mother sighed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Your father's at work and I have to take Amanda to school. Couldn't you have woken up earlier?"

The one thing that Brian didn't need in the morning was his mother's anger. He would have gotten up at a decent time if he wasn't studying until four in the morning over an exam that was for the next three weeks. "I'm sorry, mom," was all Brian could say to her. "I overslept and didn't hear the alarm."

"Of course you didn't," his mother said and handed his his bag of lunch, "otherwise you would have gotten on that bus."

"Yeah." Brian turned his head and looked over at his little sister who had just spoken. He didn't know what was scarier. The fact that his sister was teasing him or that she was going to become like a version of their parents.

"I-It's fine," Brian said, "I-I can ask Larry if we can carpool."

His mother let out another sigh. "No forget it. Just get in the car and I'll take you. You too Amanda," she said as she watched her daughter hop off the chair and head out the door.

"I'm sorry again mom," Brian said, hoping that it would ease some tension that had already been formed between them.

"Sorry is not going to help change my boss's mind if I go to work late," his mother chided him as the three of them got into the car.

Upon her response, Brian kept his mouth shut for the rest of the ride to school. The last thing that he needed was for his mother to make him feel any more guilty than he already did.