Over the past week, Clarissa and I had grown close and it was pretty great. I didn't even care that my arms hurt when I put them on the desk, because the desk was next to Clarissa's. For the last week of school, my math teacher let us pick our seats. I didn't even care that the review packet for the final was as tall as Mount Everest, because I had Clarissa to help me.
"So," said Clarissa as she scribbled things on her packet, "any plans for the summer?"
"No. Not really. You?"
"Nope. Not that I know of, anyways. My family usually plans a summer vacation."
"Oh, that's cool."
"Yeah."
Let's see, X = 16 + the cube root of 27. So X = 19. Well that was easy. Too easy.
"Hey, what you get for number forty one?"
"X = 7."
"What?" I asked exasperatedly.
"Here, let me see." She leaned over to look at my paper. My stomach fluttered. She was practically laying against me. "You forgot to un-square sixteen up here," she said, pointing with her pencil at my mistake.
"Oh, thanks."
"You're welcome." She went back to her paper and my chest suddenly felt really cold. I didn't like it. It was an all too familiar cold.
Thomas Hickory
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The Chronicles of Thomas Hickory
Fiksi RemajaThomas Hickory is an average high school student dealing with lack of sleep, hard classes, crushes, and the hardships of Driver's Ed. Join him as he journalizes his life for the world to see.
