"Now class, what is this formula used for? The most simplistic answer please is preferred." The professor goes on and on about the ridiculous math lesson. In what century or job have we needed to use this..this.."formula". I don't need to learn this. I'm in 11th year. I think I can handle not knowing this. Ahah.
"Mrs. Eriks." She says grabbing my divided attention away from my wonderful thoughts on the lesson.
Which may I point out again, that I do not, nor will I ever need to learn this. Ever. "Will you care to answer?" She says putting her hand on her hip.
The class musters up some scoffing and silent laughs.
"I'd prefer not." Is all you reply. You put your hands on your desk.
"And why is that mrs. Eriks?"
She looks up through her reading glasses.
"Because. Honestly, this lesson is a waste of my time. When will I need to use the formula of a freaking sphere? We all know I'm not going to be a Mathematical major! And neither will anyone is this class. So that is why I'm not answering your rubbish of a question you have asked us." You fold your hands on your desk and smile fakely at her.
"Go to the head masters office right now. " she points to the doors.
"K. " is all that you reply. Grabbing your bag, you look at Liam smirking as he holds his hand in a fist. You fist pump it and smirk back. He mouths "nice job". The whole class is on the brink from laughing hysterically. I couldn't blame them. I would do the same. Ahah.
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FanfictionA marcel aka Harry fan fic. Megan Eriks, the schools clown. The "hipster", and always into trouble. What happens when she meets Marcel Styles? (: enjoyyyyyy hahahahahah
