Homework! Yey? (4)

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"Mom! I'm home!" Kyle yells, getting in.

No answer.

"Ike!" Kyle yells.

"Did they go somewhere?" I ask.

Kyle looks around.

"They had something to do," Stan says.

He gives Kyle a list.

"Good. For a moment, I actually got a little scared," Kyle says.

"Why?" I ask.

Kyle ignores me and gets up the stairs, leaving us to follow.

"You left your shirt here," Kyle says.

Kenny takes the shirt with a laugh.

"Well it's technically your shirt," Kenny says.

"We agreed that it's basically yours anyway. It's too short anyway," Kyle says.

Kenny laughs.

"Do you need anything or what?" Kyle asks.

"I don't think so," Stan says.

I take my math book, opening the page.

"I just don't think I understand this," I say.

Kyle sits next to me.

"Did you not learn this?" He asks.

"I'm sorry," I say.

"Don't be. I mean. Okay. Basically this is Y, leaving this to be O. If this is O and this is Y, this is A. O multiplied by Y reduced by A will make," Kyle says.

"X. I already knew that. I mean," I say.

"Oh. Okay. Don't do that side yet, figure out, what X is first. Then you can go on," Kyle says.

"Nerd," Kenny says.

"Whore," Kyle answers, without a look in Kenny's direction.

"Oh, I got it!" I say.

"That's good. It works the same way with all the others," Kyle says.

There is a couple of minutes of silence.

"Done," I say and close the book.

"Did we have anything else?" Stan asks.

"119 to 124, 3 and 4," Kyle says.

"Please no, too much reading," Kenny says.

"True. What were the exercises anyway?" Stan asks.

He reads them out loud.

"'Write a poem about one of these subjects. Friends, future or own choice.' That's so easy," Stan says.

"I still think you should read the chapter," Kyle says.

"I agree. Plus, four is 'Choose one of the poems in the chapter to preform.' How do you know, which poem to preform without reading them?" I ask.

Kenny turns the page.

"This one," he says.

Stan looks over his shoulder.

"I'd pick the one next to it," he says.

"Then you pick it, idiot," Kenny says, with a laugh.

"I will! I just mean, that one is probably easier to preform. The one you're picking looks weird! I don't know, how someone reads something spaced like that," Stan says.

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