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Ross sighs, the words coming out of Laura's mouth -- English -- had gone in one ear, through the other. It felt like it was impossible for him to read properly. His feet we're crossed for so long, he started getting Paresthesia. He sighs, and stomps his right foot to the ground. Laura jumped, and looked at him. "What the hell was that for?" she asks, her eye brows furrowed.
He sighs. "Paresthesia."
She looked at him in confusion. He chuckled. "Pressure on to my peripheral nerves." he says. She was still confused. He sighed once again. "In the most simplest way possible, pins and needles."
"Oh....." she says in awe. He chuckled at her amazement in what he meant. "Wow. You are truly a genius!" she compliments. "Not if I can't read."
"You can read! You can read in like, HOW MANY LANGUAGES!?" she almost shouts. His mom had gone out to work, so they we're alone in the house.
"235.6 languages. I'm still trying to learn Armenian." he said, as if it we're no big deal. "How many languages are in the world?" she asked him in curiosity.
"There are roughly 6,500 spoken languages in the world."
"What!?!? How are you supposed to learn all that!?!?!?" she gasped. "Well, I never said I was going to learn all of them. I want to learn at least 32. I want to see what I'm capable of." he states, flipping to the next page of the English book.
"And how will you do that?" she asks him. He chuckled. "I will learn them will time and effort. And of course, my left hand." he says, scanning the page. She smiled. "Wow. Never seen you that confident."
He sighs. "But of course, I'm not capable of learning 32 languages. I'm not capable of reading any English word." he sighs, face palming himself. "At least not properly."
She puts a hand on his back. "Hey. Everything will be fine. I'll guide you through it all." she smiles at him. He didn't smile back.
He never has.
"What exactly ARE you doing about that English project that's like, due tomorrow..." she asks. He took out a pencil and his notebook (which had no lines on the papers) and he began to draw math equations.
"What are you doing?" she peeks at his notebook.
"X divided by Y.... HWX=simp divide that by my remainder...." he mumbled mathematical expressions, and he was finally done. "Okay. I'll be finishing it within 20 minutes. Then I spend 6 hours and 32 minutes on it, and I will be done." he puts his pencil down.
She sighs. "Whatever. That's all the time I have today. Goodbye Ross." she says, closing her books.
He walks her over to the door, sighing. Some how, some way, she was upset, for a reason that she has not gotten a clue. She just wasn't satisfied.
"Well... bye.." she turns around, leaving the door. "Wait!" he accidentally shouts. She turns to him. "Yeah?"
He stared at her. "I...I..."
She nods for him to continue. "I..... never mind. Forget it. Have a safe trip." he said, and shut the door. He sighs, and silently hits himself in the head. "What the hell was that!?" he shouts. He walked to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. He sighs and turned the sink on, splashing water on his face.
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