"Yo Anderson!!!" I yell out.
He immediately stops conversing with his friends and whips his head in my direction. Saying a few words to his friends, he makes his way to me.
"Do I know you?" He asks.
It baffles me to no end because I see no recogniti...
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I quickly pull out the tip of the pencil from my mouth when I realize that I've been nibbling on it as if it's my favorite snack. I stare down at the rear end of the pencil coated in my saliva. The shiny end has my teeth marks embedded on it and it kinda looks like it's been chewed by a rat instead. I wipe off the excess saliva on my yellow summer dress and discreetly slide that pencil to where I've stolen it from. I try to be sneaky as I slip it back in front of the guy, who's sitting on my left side.
But alas... Sneaky is not my middle name.
I stop mid-sliding the pencil when that guy's grayish eyes catch me red hand in the act.
Guiltily, I pick up his chewed-up pencil and offer it back to him.
He doesn't take the pencil from me, instead he stares at it with disgust. He tries to mask his disgust under a hesitant smile. "You can eat it; I mean keep it." He offers kindly.
I love kind people so much!!!
Touched by his generosity, I flash him a grateful smile. Placing my hand over my heart, I utter humbly, "thank you! No one has ever gifted me their pencils before. Really, thank you so much!"
He is probably the first person who hasn't asked me to return his pencil. Some of my classmates are not that generous. They immediately ask me to give them back their precious pencils or pens or any other writing implements, they behave as if I would run away with those writing instruments. And some people don't even let me borrow their pencils. Some selfish people they are!
The brown-haired guy scratches his neck, a bashfulness present on his face. "It's not that big of a deal. Really."
I still nod at him in appreciation.
With a nod my way he gets back to his work, flipping through the pages of a chemistry book. And I get back to mine.
Holding the same pencil between my fingers, I twirl it around. I once again concentrate my gaze on my enemy sitting right before me.
We stare at each other for so long in animosity. None of us are willing to back down. None of us are ready to forfeit.
Eventually, after four long seconds, I yield and break eye contact first.
I could almost feel my enemy rejoicing in victory.
Huffing loudly, I stare down at my enemy aka the math problem again, trying to understand its mystery. Those innocent looking numbers and symbols and equations hold cryptic messages in them, which I find hard to decipher.
The logarithmic functions before me make my head spin.
Whoever said, 'Math is pretty complicated!' was so right. And I'd like to add my own view in that too. I think they should replace the word 'complicated' with 'math'. I know I'm a genius. Sometimes I'm just in awe of my brain.
