Math was boring as ever. All these stupid equations and numbers and decimals didn't make sense to me. The numbers never changed and morphed like a waterfall, but they were set in stone that never weathered. Science is way more fun, but since all the budget cuts, we don't have science this year. This year we have social studies. We'll have science next year. And on top of the fact that I'm in math, I'm sitting next to Chelsea Crawford. I don't think there's a more stupid human being on the planet. We're in the back of the room, so Mrs. Mason can't see her passing notes.
"What's on negative number?" says Chelsea to me. I put my head on the desk and mumbled.
"....lower than zero...." Then something hit me in the back of the neck. I reached back into my tangle of red hair and pulled out an eraser from a mechanical pencil. Where the heck did that come from? I turned around to see a black-haired boy with dark eyes sitting at the desk behind me. He smiles at me and looks down at his paper. Oh.
Then I whip back around. The desk was gone, taking the boy with it.
"Wha?!?" I exclaimed.
The whole class squeaks their chairs around to look at me.
"Are you OK back there......Maia?" asks Mrs. Mason.
"...It's Naia. Yeah....umm...there was a...never mind."
"Alright." said Mrs Mason. The class giggled. I sighed. I guess math is better than Regina Jeffrey's House for Girls. Regina is my aunt. Ever since my parents died in a car crash when I was eight, I've been a built in maid for the queen. She doesn't even remember my name. Neither do any of my teachers, or any of the kids at school. Sometimes when I'm just done with the world, I run into the woods and watch the stream. Ever-changing, with no boundaries, so peaceful.
