Summer Pride

I Absolutely Hate Math

 I admit it, the way I got ‌into‌ ‌this‌ ‌is‌ ‌stupid. ‌I‌ ‌never thought I could do stupid, not even ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌second. ‌However, you may want to know this. Let me rewind.

Well, I was at school, it was the last day, and we were in second period. It was math and everyone was really bored, ready to leave. ‌My seat was in the back row, not that it matters, but I'm in the back row a lot.

I was looking out the window, bored, when I spotted‌ ‌something fly‌ ‌past. It was a bird, or atleast, that's what I thought. It could have been an eagle, though that would have been impossible, since you don't see many eagles in Cedar Rapids. It also had a wingspan as long as the branch outside the window next to my seat, and that branch is pretty long.

"Sienna." I whipped my head towards the front of the classroom instinctively, hearing my name.

It was Mrs. Bansky, the new teacher that everyone loved. She was staring at me with her dark brown hair pulled back into a loose low ponytail.

"Huh?" I said, a little too obviously confused.

"Can you please come up and solve this problem?"

"Uh...sure."

I walked up to the front nervously since I didn't know what was going on. I looked up to see that the question she gave me was fairly easy.

"36." I said with no hesitation.

"Solve it please." she said, gesturing to the board.

"Oh."

So I wrote it on the board, trying to ignore the whispers and giggles from behind me. Everyone makes fun of me because I actually pay attention in class. At least when I know we have a test coming up. In all actuality, I hate math. I wish I could trade it for something actually useful, like art, or something like that.

"Hey look! The nerd is showing us how to do math!" I heard a familiar annoying voice spout from behind me.

I scowled.

Whipping around, annoyed, I said, "Really, Tyler, maybe you learn to shut up some time!"

"Sienna!' yelled Mrs. Banksy.

"What!? He started it!"

"That doesn't matter. You shouldn't be telling people to shut up, it's rude."

"We're in highschool, not elementary! Why can we not say 'shut up'?! "

"Still I don't want you to say stuff like that."

"So I can't tell you to shut up?!" I said a little more harshly than I meant to.

"Detention!" she yelled.

Crap, I thought, I just got myself detention.

I quietly stomped back to my seat in the back, put my head in my arms, and stared out the window.

Again, almost as if it was tormenting me, the eagle-thing swooped past the window again. I sat up immediately, making myself a little dizzy.

"Is there something wrong, Ms. Solomin?" I heard Ms. Banksy say, obviously annoyed with me.

"No..." I said back, just above a mumble.

She went back to her lecture and I looked out the window for the bird. It didn't come back for the rest of the period, which bothered me, because I wanted to see it again.

It was really pretty, with its golden brown wings and...wait, did it have an orange head?! Ok now I really have to see it again. Because if I know anything about eagles, I can tell you that they don't have orange heads. Guess I'll just have to wait and see.