Everyone at horror high school was preparing hard for finals. Quinn got to the math section, and math was her hardest subject.
"I can do this," she said motivating herself. She looked down at the first problem and thought, "what the f is this sh*t?" The other kids seemed to fly by the test, while it was very hard for Quinn.
"What happened to all the numbers? I'm tired of finding the stupid Y! X should just except that she's gone and she's not coming back!"
"How do you find the answer?" The test asked.
"You're the one made for math, don't ask me!" Quinn thought.
She finally made it to the last answer; it was opened ended.
"This is too hard," Quinn whispered.
"Come on, Quinn, you can do this," the teacher whispered, "just think."
Quinn thought and thought, but nothing happened.
"Think harder," she encouraged herself. She kept thinking and thinking and thinking. The wheels in her head kept turning.
"Quinn, smoke is coming out of your ears!" Another student shouted. Quinn's head exploded and the janitor came in to hose her brain off the walls.
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Short school horror/comedy stories
Historia CortaA teacher who will do anything to get his students to pay attention, two boys who feel they are being stalked on their school IPads, and school lunches that bite back, theses are all just some of the stories of Horror Highschool.
