Nowhere to go, no one to be

symptom is stupidity

Keeping my head straight was bordering on the miraculous. My eyes were unintentionally closing, and the spine contoring towards the desk. Math class was about to start anytime now, but all I wanted was some sleep.

"God, I feel like I sit on pins or needles" Ruka said "My parents want me to get better grades this year. I guess that exam was very fucking important"

I pitied her a little. Her mother was despotic, and the meekness of Ruka was the worst possible insult for a person like this. Besides, Ruka was probably the most into studying among the whole group.

"But you shouldn't worry too much" she added after a moment "The most important thing is to pass the year. We'll have plenty of possibilities to show off"

I couldn't take it anymore. My head falled on the desk unwittingly, and my eyes closed. I felt I was loosing the contact with reality.

Sudden chairs shuffling woke me out of that marasmus. Semi-conscious, I saw the Walter Wallace standing in the middle of the classroom. Somehow I managed to take a standing position, making some noise in the process. I felt scornful looks on myself. The beginning of a school year was even worse I had intended it to be.

"Good morning. Skipping the small talk, I am quite disappointed in your tests scores. One correct answer, a needle in a haystack"

I tried to pretend like I didn't care.

Professor Wallace standed beside his desk, and for a moment he leafed through the papers. The atmosphere was as tense as never.

I observed his impatient moves. He touched the sheets with reluctance, like they were somehow dirty. Then, he eyescanned the classroom, stopping on me.

"Miss Maxinne, come to the blackboard please"

Ruka gave me a pitful look. I hated it, being called out like this.

Proffesor Walter had my crumpled sheet. I couldn't see what he wrote on it. I felt a drop of sweat running down my back, on which sensation I shuddered.

I stopped before the blackboard. Wallace gave me a piece of chalk and my exam.

"Solve the equasion in the second problem, would you?"

I stared at the task, hearing the mocking giggles from some students. When did I become the class clown?

"Is there a problem?"

"I counted it wrong. The resul is wrong. Right?"

"Solve it now. Show me you didn't go back to third grade"

I wrote the correct answer on the board. Professor Wallace without any words wrote another formula on it. My mouth became dry. I couldn't believe I did such stupid mistakes.