Surviving my Scholarship

Joker

          Eugene was in my room when I arrived. He had a portable board and a marker out writing down something upon it. Jon nodded at him before leaving to try and get my request processed. I glanced at him in confusion before he motioned for me to join him. As I sat on the edge of my bed the equation came into view over the board. 

          "I figured I would bring the schooling to you," he smiled and handed me the marker. "I have tried using algorithms with a computer but I am afraid there is no help for you."

          "I don't want to look at this," I mumbled and he slapped me on the back with a laugh. 

          "You won that scholarship. Now, prove your worth," he stated harsher than usual. "Besides I missed my favorite student. I was hoping you could help me with some of my thesis at the college. Here take a look." 

           Another equation popped up and I glanced at him in confusion. This could easily be shown if using the idea of patterns in nature. Like the pine cone having a specific count pattern representing Fibonacci and his numbers. Interesting he didn't see that. Any educated individual who dedicated his life to mathematics would know.        

            I wrote down the equation and jotted down the verbal explanation before handing the marker back over. He glanced at it with a satisfied nod before looking back at me. 

              "You are not really a professor are you," I asked cautiously. His face flickered slightly revealing the face underneath for a brief second, verifying my assumption. 

              "Sorry, babe. He died for the cause," he shrugged and I shivered trying to keep from crying again. "Now about that equation."

                His Comm Unit buzzed and he glanced at it briefly before excusing himself. As he left I stared down at the beginning and questioned how they got this far. That's when I discovered the error in the beginning and it started clicking slowly in what route I should take for the middle. 

               "Looks like I am no longer needed," he shrugged taking the board from me. "We found your brother. He seems to know quite a bit of it." 

               I tried to turn to question him, but he left so quickly that I didn't even have time to let out a cry. If my brother knows the equation and my sister started it, then what portion do I know in my subconscious? 

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          My sessions had become fun. I skipped over to the box and opened it to find a thing of crayons and one sheet of white paper. Ducky was giving up on this plan and recently the end of the session was spent predicting race outcomes for the Jupiter Rings. He was the one giving up hope.

                Today, I sat quietly drawing my pink bunnies on the paper then pulling them off into my now decorated land of not darkness. They hopped off lopsided by my horrid design. I smiled at the lamppost now giving this place a cheery London feel. After drawing a circus complete with a dozen clowns who were in no way funny, the voice disturbed my fun for the first time in awhile.

                "That's it," he yelled at me. "Get me the other helmet. I'm going in."

                I stared up from the barrel of monkeys' swing I was playing on in confusion. Did he say he was coming in here? Can he do that? I thought I was alone in here. I ran over to the box placing the lid on it and pushing it behind a blue scribble bush I had drawn. Does he really have the power to come in here?