Murder in the Dark

Murder in the Dark 5

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I rushed to my locker, grabbed my books, and sprinted to my first class of the day-math. I hate math. To me, it was just another item on my hate list, not to mention my least favorite class. It's not that I'm bad at it, because I'm not, but numbers just don't interest me. I mean seriously, who cares that the tangent of 45° is 1? The same goes for imaginary numbers. How can numbers be imaginary when they're sitting right in front of me on a piece of paper? Whoever got credit for discovering them is a total moron. What's next? Will someone sight a unicorn or dragon flying through the sky and get paid big bucks for that too? Seriously, unless you're going into some super high tech or math related career, when is anyone else going to use any of this crap? I for one am positive that it's just a bunch of useless gibberish created to create more careers for the poor and needy. Plus, Jason is in my math class which just makes everything about ten times worse. I flew through the door and sat down in my seat just as the bell rang. Jason shot me an amused look from a couple desks over, which I tried to ignore, but my blood had already begun to boil. Why couldn't he get the picture and just leave me alone? It proves how total idiots guys are I guess. 

The old and withered math teacher, Mr. Henry sat in his desk as if he hadn't heard the bell ring. His white hair was ruffled and unkempt, and his wizened eyes were an eerie green. Not wanting to waste the rare opportunity, I turned to my friend, Sandra to start a conversation. 

"I almost thought you weren't here today," Sandra began. "Cutting it rather close I must say." 

"I was talking to Sam," I explained. 

"Ooh la la," Sandra teased. 

I leaned over the aisle to punch Sandra lightly on the arm. "We're just friends!" I protested. 

"Yeah, yeah," Sandra chuckled. "That's what you say, but I'm not quite sure Sam feels the same way." 

I rolled my eyes and heaved an exasperated sigh. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Exactly my point! You're so clueless." 

I glared at Sandra, hoping she'd finally keep her mouth shut. "Sam and I... Are. Just. Friends," I repeated. 

"Okay, okay!" Sandra sighed, holding her hands up in defeat. 

I smiled, smugly, proud at my small victory. "So what have you been up to lately?" I asked Sandra. 

"Nothing much," Sandra replied. "I've just been brainstorming ways to get the guy of my dreams to like me," she mumbled. 

"Oh that's not much at all," I joked. 

Sandra stared at her desk, embarrassed, which shocked me. Normally Sandra was very outspoken, especially when it came to guys. She never held anything back. I'll never forget the time she asked out someone over the announcements. Everyone kept talking about it for a full week. Girls weren't normally the ones that asked the guys out, so it was rather shocking. However, it didn't surprise me one bit. That's just how Sandra was. Plus, the guy had agreed to go out with Sandra, so no harm was done. 

"So who's the lucky guy?" I asked. 

Sandra bit her lip. "Don't laugh at me... But it's-" 

"Okay class, it's time to get to work," Mr. Henry croaked, standing up from his desk. "Today we are going to work in groups." 

The room began to buzz with people picking partners. I glanced at Sandra, and she nodded to me. I couldn't help but notice the relief etched across her face. Why didn't Sandra want to tell me about her crush? 

"But I'm choosing the partners," Mr. Henry quickly interrupted everyone. 

I groaned and shot Sandra a frustrated look. She shrugged, sympathetically, but once again she seemed relieved... and hopeful? I shrunk down in my seat, upset. Did Sandra want to avoid me now too? Mr. Henry began to read names from a list, and when I didn't hear mine right away I zoned out. One of my many qualities is unfortunately a short attention span. Sometimes it can be a huge pain in my side, while at others, it can be quite useful. How nice is it that whenever you don't want to listen to someone blabber on and on, you can just whisk yourself off into some separate realm. Pretty cool huh? Well on this special occasion, my mind was interrogating Sandra. I had her backed up in a corner, so she couldn't escape me. 

'Tell me who you like,' I growled. 

'Please don't make me,' Sandra whimpered. 

'You were just about to tell me earlier!' I protested. 

'You'll be angry.' 

'Why?' 

'Because, because...' 

I was jolted back into reality when I heard my name called. Man, not even my super human mind self could weasel the answer out of Sandra! That's just pathetic... Unfortunately, I realized that I had missed the name of my partner. 

"Now I want you to get in your groups and work on this sheet of problems," Mr. Henry ordered, passing around sheets of paper. "Remember, I want everyone to try every problem. You won't be learning as much if you just split the work between yourselves. The point of having partners is so that you can bounce ideas and methods off of each other. Hopefully, it will let you better understand the subject we are learning." 

I rolled my eyes. Teachers can be so gullible and naïve. How could they not suspect that kids would get out of as much schoolwork as possible? Today's age is much different than their age. 

I sat where I was, uncomfortably. Having no idea who my partner was, I just hoped that he/she would come find me. Sandra had already left and taken a seat opposite her partner, so she wasn't any help enlightening me. However, her lips were pursed into a thin line and her eyes glowered at me from across the room. So now she wants to be my partner? She probably got stuck with someone horrible. Well too bad she can't come crawling back to me; no one likes to be a second choice. I pretended to busy myself with something in my folder so I didn't look like a complete loser. Relief filled me when I heard a desk scraping against the floor. I looked up to see who my partner was that just pushed a desk along mine. I almost wished I hadn't looked. 

"What are you doing here?" I grumbled. 

Jason looked at me, confused. "I'm your partner....."