Dawns High and the Destruction of the Bees

Con.

Matthew Lin:

Monday, November 30th—

Today is the last day before my freedom will be gone for a month. I have to enjoy myself as much as possible today. It's our free period right now, so my friends and I are just sitting by the trees surrounding the field. I am drinking milk tea and doing some of my homework like Emma and Selena. I better get them done so that I'll have the rest of the day to have fun.

"What did you get for question 39?" Emma asks.

"50 inches," I say.

"Same. Now I have 11 more questions to go, I can do this," Emma says encouragingly to herself.

"I'm on my last question already," I say happily. "You'll get there too," I add. "Soon enough."

"It's not my fault math is not my strong suit," Emma complains. "Science is much better." It's true. Emma's pretty good at science, like our mother, but her math is not bad either. She just hates it for some reason.

"How can you love science so dearly and hate math?" I ask. "Don't they go hand in hand?"

"It's just like family is supposed to love each other, but I don't love you," Emma says coolly. Selena and the rest giggles at Emma's explanation.

"You better take that back, Emma," Selena says, still giggling. "He will come and haunt you."

"No I won't," I say. "What do you take me for?" Do they think that I'm a ghost or something? "Now finish your work. I'm done."

"Fine." Emma sticks out her tongue. This girl...

"Why are you two so hasty in finishing your homework today?" George asks.

"Because Roy here made us lose our whole December," I say.

"Yup," Emma says and nods her head.

"Couldn't agree more," Selena adds.

"You're right," George says in shock. "I should get started too!" He quickly looks for his homework and starts doing it.

"Who cares about homework anyways?" Roy asks. "Why even bother doing them?"

"Just a reminder, your mom says if you get any failing grade this semester, you don't ever have to think about going home again," George says cheerfully.

"Shoot, I forgot," Roy says in an unpleasant tone. He then lazily takes out his homework and scribbles on it furiously. Well, time for English homework. I take out my tablet and open up a PDF of the textbook. We are supposed to read Chapter 7 on "Why Are People Born With Different Levels?" and write a summary afterwards. Honestly I feel like this chapter is really useless. I mean who cares if you were born stronger than others? It doesn't mean it'll be persistent throughout life. I was born weak actually. The same for Emma. People who will eventually grow very strong, in most cases, are born weaker than people who are just normal level. We will steadily gain in strength as we grow. However, the people who are born strong find it harder to move on from one level to the other. It really does depend more on genetics, though, everyone's different.

When I finally start to get interested in this boring chapter, a lot of people start to shout for some reason. Never mind, I take it back. Everybody except the five of us is gathered in two lines surrounding some people.

"It's all of the Royal Princes and Princesses!" someone from the line shouts. Even though they are yards away from us, in the center of the big field when we're just by the side, I can hear them loud and clear.

"The Royal what?" I ask Emma.

"The people who always gather an annoying crowd," she says angrily. "Do they have to shout that loud? It's like an earthquake. I even miswrote a number."