Story Part 9
Making my way into death, or in other words math, I prepare myself for the worst. The midterm math exam is death itself riding a motorbike through a field of fire with tigers chasing him and your the passenger behind death screaming your lungs out. Walking slowly I look around the classroom and I can instantly tell who study or not.
The ones who studied are sitting back with rings around their eyes and obviously survived of off coffee and red bull. Now the ones who didn't study are the ones that look absolutely fine but are actually screaming on the inside and that would include me. I take my seat and the teacher hands out the exam and then he roughly says "begin."
I let out a small little whine, put my hands in my hair and just panic and next to me I surprisingly hear a voice that of a male say very calmly "I don't care if you are panicking, just do it quietly and let me ace this test" and this encounter started a new friendship that would last forever or just until high school was because this kid is my math tutor now or really my cheat sheet.
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Non-FictionThese are story ideas, please don't use them as they are my ideas for books I plan to write but if you want to design characters from the short ideas then go ahead
