I got to school just as the bell rang oh shit i thought i took off running i flew through the door and sat down just as ms.perkins walked in oh great i thought algebra 2 is just what i need when i have this migrain i got out my notebook and my pen i began to doodle endlessly as i thought about last night......i know i wasnt alone....but i didnt see anyone else......then again iv been to "the house" a million times out of all the creaks that old house makes none sound like footsteps
Ms.perkins voice snapped me back to reality "addalyn"she barked "if f(x)=3x×47-4x+3x whays the answer for f(2)?" im not great with math back when it was simpler yes....i was a math whiz but now....lets just say math was easier before math and the alphabet hooked up but if theres one thing im freakishly good at its equations i quickly started cauclations in my head the only thing i stumbled on was 6 × 47 but i quickly figured it out "umm.....280" i stutter ms.perkins raises an eyebrow "thats.....correct" she opened here mouth again..problay to lecture me but the bell cut her short i ran out the door and slid to my locker and grabbed my binder...tht and 2 two jornals is litterly all i have since i left my bag at home.
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Shattered
Teen FictionAddalyn is just a girl who feels invisable ignored by everyone including here parents but when she meet the strage kid who just like her goes to "the house" to escape her misery she learns they have alot in common...and he may even have ties to her...