"So Zach, using that equation, what does 3(AB) equal?"
'WHAT?!?!??!?!??!?!?!' I thought. 'WHEN DID I LEARN THIS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!'
"Zach, what is the answer?" My teacher asked. Some kids were already giggling at my ignorance and whispering things like "He's so dumb... How can he not know... Even I know....." Eva, a humanoid robot of brain destruction, with an IQ higher than Einstein sighed and shook her head as if being 10 feet away from such a failure was the most embarrassing thing of her life.
"Ummmmmmmmmmm... The - the ahhh an-answer i-is umm.... 46?" I stammered.
"NO! Zach, the answer is 1! Were you paying any attention?" Mrs. Grible, my 7th-grade math teacher said.
I swallowed. "Uuuuummmmmm........ yes." I lied.
"Lunch detention. And if this continues, detention on Saturday." Mrs. Grible said. 'Great, now I have to figure out how to go to three lunch detentions at the same time. But it isn't my fault I'm a real-life Percy Jackson but without superpowers. Although I'm not sure Mrs. Grible isn't a Fury. But I have ADHD, Bipolar Disorder (I'm not sure what it means, only something about dramatically changing energy), and a D+ grade average! It's not my fault.' I mused. 'And if I get detention on Saturday, I won't be able to go to the Owl City concert!' Now, yeah, yeah. I know what you are all thinking: Owl City is the coolest band in the world and you all wish you could go with me, but I only have enough tickets for me and my two friends, who are the only two kids in the entire grade who don't think I'm a total reject for one reason or another. "So, Zach. Can you tell me what y using these two equations?" she said, pointing at the board. "Since I just showed you how to?" I looked around frantically for some support, but like I said: I'm a reject. I looked up at the board praying to the math gods that I would suddenly absorb all of Eva's smartness, only to realize I knew how to do the problem on the board.
"Y is 19!" I said almost instantaneously. My brain works like that. Sometimes it takes five minutes to solve one times three, like it's walking through quicksand. Other times it solves problems faster than a machine (or Eva) ever could, like it is five laps ahead of the other cars in the Indy 500.
"No, Zach, the an-" My heart pounded like drums in my ears. I couldn't miss the concert, I just couldn't! She paused. Bah bah... bah bah went my heart. "Actually, yes. That is correct." I felt like standing on my desk and dancing, but I figured that might invoke a Saturday detention, too. The now defeated teacher sighed and said "Very well. I guess you don't have to have lunch detention." I Talked to another one of my teachers in the passing period before lunch, and was able to get off another lunch detention, so I wouldn't have to become the Flash just to not get in trouble. The rest of the day passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was time for the concert.
"Bye, mom, bye dad! Be back around 11:00!" I called, glancing down at my watch, seeing it was almost 8:20. Now, I know that you were thinking I'd slip out a backdoor or maybe a window and run three blocks before getting in the car, but like I said, I'm a social reject, so my parents had no reason to worry, plus they are pretty cool to begin with.
"Okay! Have fun!" my mom said.
"Say hi to Jake and Paul for me!" my dad chimed in.
"Got it!" I said, then walked out just as Jake's car sceeched to a stop at my house.
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The Mutants
FantasíaZach looked up. The scrap of cardboard he had thrown to block the bullet was suspended in midair. The bullet was laying on the ground a few feet away. But what made him gasp was the fact that bright white electricity surrounded him, radiating from t...
