Chapter 2-Math life

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Of all the periods why does our day have to start with math? It's not the subject that I hate it's the teacher. My math teacher, Mrs. Anthony, always has the scariest expression of all time. 

I do not understand what kind of pleasure she gets whenever she creeps the crap out of me. Well, it's just one more month I need to bite my teeth for.

One day, after her class we had gym class. I was so excited to go to the next class. Since that was the only class I enjoyed. But she took that period and taught us math. I got so angry and I blurted out, "why does she always have to do that?". What was I thinking? She got angry and she busted out, "Ya, like you study well?" That made my mouth shut for the whole day. 

There was another instance. During her class, something just fell into my eyes. As any natural human being, I tried to take that thing out. When she saw me, she got so angry and said, "What are you doing Maya? Are you busy fiddling with your eyes or what? Not even paying attention to my class at all. Just get up and sit in that place and do the work that I had assigned to you." I had no idea why she even said that, but I followed her rules. Then I got up and sat in another place. Their people were asking me some questions, so I was helping them. Mrs. Anthony who was busy fiddling with her math sum saw me and got even angrier. She said, "What are you doing here? Why are you roaming around? Go back to your place." I was not able to tolerate it. Seriously, why was she doing that to me? I went back to my place and started crying out my angry tears. Both friends saw me. They were helpless. What can I expect them to do for me?

But I won't completely agree that she is a bad teacher or a monster kind of sort. I personally felt like she was trying to make me stronger. She is very funny for her age.

After all the boring lessons, it was home time. 

My friends and I bid goodbye to each other. I left to catch my bus. On my way, I saw Alisha, who was walking alone. Which was strange to me because she was always surrounded by her best friends. I decided to join her. "Hey, are you heading to the bus?". "Oh, hey. Ya, I am. Would you like to sit with me today?". That question was kind of weird. "Why are you asking me, all of a sudden?" She sighed and then replied, "Well, my friends are not there and I feel so lonely." Of course. "Oh, I understand. I'll join then."

What was I thinking? My friends gave me a disappointed face. Which I clearly understood that they were trying to hide.

After they left, there was an awkward silence. "So, what shall we talk about?" I was trying hard to break this awkward silence. "hey, do you like Ronaldo or Messi?" I had no idea why she brought up this topic. "I am not a huge fan of football." "uh come on. Just say, someone." "Alright, alright. I think I like Messi because of his inspirational background. Ronaldo is good too, but I don't really know much about him." She was nodding at me like how a puppy would listen to its owner. "ya me too. Messi got the cutest kid if you ask me." "Really?!" "ya, really." I was completely speechless when she started talking about how cute his son was. "Maya, do you know any of the guys from our bus?" "ya, I know some because I am using this bus for 5 years." "oh, really? Tell me some." "Most of them who I know are almost a year older than us. Like Ryan, Hayden, Frank, Aiden, and ya that's all I guess." She looked at me and gave me a smirk. "You just gave me the names of the members of that group" "They are friends?" "Of course, they are" That was kind of weird for me to ask such a question because I already knew that. "Maya is it just me or- I think Ryan's little brother is so cute." I looked in the direction where she was pointing at. I saw a boy with bright red cheeks. He was short and very cute. He reminded me of my brother for a minute but my brother is way cuter though. "I guess I have to agree that he is cute."

We crossed some streets as we were having a long talk. "By the way, do you know the nicknames that we have provided them?" "Uhm, nope. What nicknames have you "provided them?" "well, for Ryan we call him shorty fat, because you know he is pretty short. In fact, we are taller than him." "I gotta agree with that "shorty" because I have seen him in that same height for so long. But, Uhm, what's with the "fat"? I think he is perfectly normal." "Come on nicknames are supposed to have something to go along with." "I don't think that's how this works because so far as I know he seems to be a very nice guy. In fact, very good." " I heard he plays football with all those people." The way she said "all those people", kind of gave me a cringe feeling. "why?" "well, the other "members" are nerds." "There are nerds there?" "why are those your type?" "uh, shut up" "Hayden is the huge nerd. Not to mention he is from New Jersey as you are. Oh, not to forget another cute brother." "Geez, why are you even giving me his biopic?" Ignoring my question. "his nickname is scarecrow by the way." "and why is that so?" "well it's because he talks like a country guy. Almost the way you talk like." "why are you finding a way to connect me with that guy?" "Cause it's fun. Besides, you're a nerd as well." That was pretty unnecessary. Calling me a nerd. Well, I only study a month before the exam, just for the sake of getting into a good University.

Well, our ride got over. As I reached my home, I went to the clock which was hung on the wall facing the kitchen. The time was 2:40 pm. After a great bath. I went to take my lunch. Well, it was my usual cooked rice with curry. My mom joined us, me and my siblings, to eat. So, I understood there were not many home chores for her to do today. After lunch, I went to my study table and finished my homework. It was the usual homework – math.

In the evening, I decided to go out cycling with my friends as I won't be able to meet them for one month as I have to study for exams.

To be continued....

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