Adapting To His Ways

4: Was he here for revenge or what? Not that I really care

Aarinola's POV

Folashade swung the door open, and immediately we walked inside the class, all eyes were on us.

What is it with people and staring?

"Good morning Mr. Kenny." Folashade greeted the mathematics teacher.

An empty desk and chair was opposite Folashade, so I settled in myself.

"Good morning. You know I don't like late comers, " Mr. Kenny drawled. "But I suppose I will let you off this once, for her sake." Mr. Kenny enunciated, directing to me.

"Thank you sir." Folashade mumbled.

"Introduce yourself young lady." Mr. Kenny said, smiling lightly, and the whole class snapped their heads towards me. Waiting for me to begin.

Some of the students were mumbling incoherent words, and some were throwing deadly daggers at me.

What's up with them? They're already judging a book by it cover.

"Isn't she the girl that hit Jason?" A girl with black locks mumbled to a boy that was sitting besides her.

Oh! That made so much sense.

So that was why their were giving me death glares? I thought as much.

No. You did not.

The rambling, murmuring, mumbling soon stop as Mr. Kenny yelled at the whole class.

Okay. Perfect opportunity to introduce myself. 

I'm allergic to noise. Who isn't?

I stood upright, adjusting my dress as I spoke, "Hello everyone! My names are Aarinola Johnson, I'm 16 years old. My mom and I moved here three days ago, and I hope we will get along well." I finished with a fake smile.

There was no freaking way I would get along with them. No way!

Everyone muttered a 'Us too' to me. I outwardly rolled my eyes at them.

They obviously didn't meant it.

Folashade sent me a small smile, I smiled back, kindly returning the gesture.

"Alright Aarinola. You're most welcome here, and lest I forget, I'm m Kenny Gabriel." Mr. Kenny introduced himself.

Well, isn't he a good teac--

"As we have all settled down, I will begin the lesson," Mr. Kenny said, walking towards the board with a maker. "Our topic today is Construction of Quadratic equation." Mr. Kenny said, a smile playing on his lips.

Quadratic what?

What the hell is that?

Is that even a word? Quadratic equation?

No Lord! Please have mercy on me.

Construct Quadratic Equation from the following Root was boldly written on the board.

(1) X= 5 or X = 2

(2) X= 1/2 or X = 4

(3) X = 1/3 or X = 1/2

My eyes rolled back and forth. I glanced back at the board, then back to Mr. Kenny.

My vision blurred in an instant.

I think I'm gonna pass out.

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I heard faint voices here and there. I tried to open my eyes, but it was as if my eyelids were glued. I couldn't open them.