Wolf Order. Part one

Frustration

"If you are used to believing in goodness

then believe in the earth. Believe in death and the cries

Of the anxious laboring women. 

There is no such thing

Of easy faith and easy pleasures."

V. Stus "Optimistic"

The four wolves were standing like little suffering martyrs, gasping for breath and trying to remember whether the formula required a square , and gnawed at the granite of this mathematical science. Scratches of dry and slightly moistened chalk filled every meter of the classroom. The blackboard was big enough for five students, but the trigonometric equations would not fit on the fifth student.

Is there any need to panic if you are not at the blackboard and only watch this action from the second desk and even in the comfortable middle row? How those who have been mocked and envied all their lives, like a frog being squeezed, are tempted to confess their centuries-old sins in a good way.

"Looks like you're going to the blackboard now, Makkusu," said a sympathetic white wolfgirl with pale blue curly hair, while Ms. Ellie was flipping through the pages of her algebra textbook and choosing more difficult math problems.

"Here we go again," the yellow wolfboy wagged his brown hair sadly at the last words in denial of the sad reality, "An ancient Eastern quiz: who must go to the front of the class?" With a mocking look, turning to his friend, Makkusu artfully twirled his left hand as if to explain, and quietly whispered the question, the answer to which everyone knew perfectly well, "Correct!"

"Timeling!" the neighbors said together, laughing.

"Oh, buddy, now you're going to go dance the sinuses-casinuses," Gordon, a dark brown wolf, turned to face them from the first desk.

"Number three hundred and fifty-six," the old friends didn't even notice that the four wolves had already put the entire 9A class to shame, and Miss Ellie was choosing the next victim.

The white lady, pretending to know everything, without even looking at the long table of contents of the problem in the room, watched the fly near the blackboard, and then looked at Makkusu himself, who was no longer in the mood for jokes, because the maths teacher's glasses were glaring at him. His bright dark green eyes, like sunflower leaves in the sun, played with the colours of the light, and his warm smile, given to a little snowy girl, somehow calmed her down, saying, "You have nothing to suffer or be afraid of."

However, Lunariya and Gordon could hardly contain their laughter, perhaps the former had drops of deep sympathy for her friend, while the latter did not think of friendly support at all, he only played the role of a lord who watched the hellish labour of the serfs through the window in his thick mansion.

"Timeling, to the blackboard!" - these three words, at least every day, were heard by Makkusu with the severity of his terrible mistakes that lead to oblivion, as a call of forced fate.

"Hmmm-hee-hoo-hoo!" - a tearful laugh in Makkusu' direction from all his incredible fans. But the golden boy was used to it, and moreover, it didn't bring a sense of shame, perhaps embarrassment or a sense of betrayal of his friends, and on the other hand, Maks was used to joking about himself. It is said that to get rid of the labels of a tolerant, it is enough to be able to turn an insult into humour. Laughter adds seconds to life!

"Write down the problem statement. So, what have we got... " Maks was already standing at the blackboard, waiting for the general's commands: the rules of its design were extremely important, even an extra comma or a sudden crossing out made people resent, criticise all the achievements of other years, devaluing the personality of the wolf or wolfess. -Write down in the first line what was done in the first hour, and in the second - in the second..." Makkusu opened his eyes with his crooked handwriting.  "Write normally," a wolfboy passively and aggressively erased everything he had written down before with his paw. Indeed, his notes did not resemble a slender font, as is the case with excellent girls who are forced to draw every letter and number. However, this made it unique. Who else would have been able to replicate the roundness, the sharp curves of the letter "p" and the untimely pressure when writing the letter "a" to create a resemblance to the letter "u"?