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11. Frustration

Sorry if I have been all difficult and depressing for you! You know how I am! On with the story!

"What is the word equation for photosynthesis?"

The science question meant nothing to me. I knew nothing about photosynthesis. How was I going to do it? I stared over the science question at my desk.

Think Marilyn, Think!

I suddenly slammed my fists on the desk which made a loud bang.

"Are you OK?" I turned. It was Angel.  "Stuck on homework?"

He leant over my shoulder so he could see what I was doing. "We weren't set this homework were we?"

"It's not ours. It's Kieran's," I explained.

"Why are you doing his homework?"

"We had a deal..."

"What kind of deal?"

"It's nothing," I looked down at my paper, I didn't really want Angel involved.

"No, tell me,"

I sighed. "He has my button, I'm doing his homework to get it back,"

"How did he get your button?"

"I didn't tell him the combination, did you say anything?"

"No,"

"Seriously did you say anything?"

"No, I swear on my life I said absolutely nothing!" I sighed, I had to believe him.

"Right, now can you leave me alone so I can get this homework done?"

"I could but, I want to help," I looked at Angel. Did he really want to help me?

"OK, what's the answer to this question?"

"Carbon dioxide plus water goes to glucose plus oxygen plus water," how did he know this? He didn't have to think for long at all.

"Thanks," I wrote it down on the line of the paper.

"I could do the homework for you,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it won't take long,"

"Thanks so much!" Angel grabbed the paper and walked out the door of my room. I lay on my bed no longer feeling any frustration.

A week had gone by and Angel had done all the homework for me. He didn't need to put much effort into it, it took him 5 to 10 minutes to do most of each homework.

"Are the kids dumb or something at that school?"

"You could have gone to that school you know!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, the school we go to has a bad reputation so we get put in a school about a 10 minute drive from here,"

"Then why are we at the our school?"

I paused. I never told anyone why I didn't go to the further away school.

"I went to the other school, but then I moved,"

"Why?"

I gulped. "Well, some kids said stuff about my hair. So the orphanage made me transfer schools,"

"Oh, I'm sorry,"

I said nothing. "So why am I in our school?" asked Angel.

"I don't know. Not enough room in the school or something. No idea," I responded.

"OK,"

When the final piece of homework was finished, Angel handed me the paper.

"Thanks a million. I was really struggling,"

The room was silent and awkward. I wanted to give Angel a hug for his hard work, but I was no softy.

"Well, you better give the paper to Kieran," I nodded and left. I felt relieved that Angel said that.

I headed down the hall way from Angel's room to get to Kieran's room. My button was going to be safely in my hands in about 10 minutes.

When I came into his room Kieran was sitting down on the bed with notes in his hands. Yes, money. He is filthy rich, no idea where he gets it all from.

"I have done your homework," Kieran looked at me and shoved the dosh in his pocket.

"Good, give 'em here," he grabbed them from my hands. "Yeah, these will do nicely,"

He lay back on the bed and got out his money.

"Ahem," I tried to get his attention. "Where's my button?"

He looked up at me. "What?"

"My button, I want it, no, I need it,"

"Oh..." Kieran stood up from the bed and stepped towards me. "There's a problem..."

"What?"

"I don't have it..." he bit his lip, he regretted saying that, good thing too.

"Why not?" I was getting impatient now.

"I... I... sold it,"