Math class was, without a doubt, my least favorite part of the day. It was like trying to decipher ancient Sheikah text upside down. As I walked into the classroom, my dread only deepened, and I'm sure Sidon didn't care- he, as his name suggests, was Ace at every thing.
Our math teacher, Impa, was renowned for her rigorous teaching methods. She had a knack for making algebra and equations seem more cryptic than girls themselves (Gasp!). Taking my usual seat in the back, I couldn't help but glance over at Sidon, he looked completely fine- by that I mean he wasn't sweating buckets like me.
As Impa launched into her lesson, my mind quickly transformed her words into a foreign language. Numbers and variables were written on the chalkboard but I had no idea what they meant-
So I was lost as always.
I fumbled with my pencil, trying to make sense of the problems, but it was like trying to remember that night that mama died;
impossible.
Unthinkable.
It hurt to much.
Meanwhile, Sidon attempted to stay awake, his head resting on his palm, his eyes half-closed. It was clear that Sidon had finished his work way ahead of time the only one who had finished at the same time was Zelda the only other genius in Champions Middle School math was not my forte, and it seemed I was alone in that fact.