No Questions Allowed

Chapter five

"God, I hate this grumpy, crappy old man," Heidi mutters under her breath as Mr. Robinson placed the quiz over our desks.

If truth be told I also felt sort of disgust for him. It is just the second day of school and he already starts evaluating the kind of knowledge in our brains. Heidi said that is typical here at school. Not like I told her I had never been in a shoool before, but usually she complains about this environment.

In one occasion she even mentioned about home schooling being a better option than the actual building of it. I mentally snorted for her comment. People definitely didn't know what they hadn't experience. I have been seventeen years of my life studying under the same roof and with the same tutor and believe me that was something far from entertaining.

I'd rather be in school than return to the prison of my bedroom...

"I don't know a hell about this," Heidi whispers with exasperation. Most students prefer any other class than math, Penelope had told me once. She said it was one of the hardest for students to couple with. I now knew what she refer to when she warned me about the intensity of it. However the piece of paper that rests over my desk is no hard duty for me.

Maybe I was allow to study my way, rest in my bed with a book in hand, but one thing was the level difficulty of what my tutor taught me. We sometimes stayed more than three hours with a same subject since no matter what she did I wasn't able to comprehend her words. Of course all of that occurred behind my parents back or else they would have fire my tutor and I would be grounded for not being quick enough with my subjects.

They were times I crawl in my bed and cry for hours thanks to the frustration that invaded my full head. My parents would yell how dishonorable I was for not being as smart as the rest that carried our surname. I didn't understand why they couldn't comprehend that I was trying my best. There was never an excuse for me not to do as they say. I was suppose to be a lady and follow one and each of their rules no matter what.

I sometimes try to compare my life with the ones that surround me here at school and it always turns out I'm the abnormal one that does not fit anywhere near them.

It is the main reason why I don't want to relate that much with people around here. I'm frighten of their rejection, frighten they will all judge me for who I really am.

It is indeed an immense shame the one that Heidi doesn't know who she's sticking with. She rather not be so confident with me. She is an excellent human being and I want to cause her no harm or destroy her reputation by just the fact of sharing with a weirdo like me.

But neither I want to be alone since that is what I've been my entire life. However no matter how hard I try guilt will always reamin as a grand amount of it in the inside of my brain.

"Ptsss...Scarlett", Heidi mutters all in a sudden. "Do you know the answer for number three?" She mouths.

I laugh at her sneaky reaction, but my mind was just focus on that so tempting interrogative tone she had use...

We got an A+ at the end of the day. Trading quizzes, that seemed pretty risky to me, but still we had done it. Perhaps Mr. Robinson was a strict one, but we were clever and that is better than any other behavior.

Other students in the room seemed frustrated, lost and worry. Just a few knew all the answers and none of the others had dare to do the same as us.

It was pretty easy doing. We didn't write our names down, still. I answered the majority of it, but thy were some tricky ones that Heidi knew about and so we slipped the papers with no difficulty. We then have our grades, the best in the class to be specific.