Teach Them A Lesson

Lesson 1: You Make Plans Like a Deliquent

I hate Math. Ever since I was taught the system of number and bullshit, my life was over. It was a miracle that I was able to make it through eleven years of my life doing math. I don’t even know how I passed my time during that one long hour period.

So, it wasn’t such a huge surprise to the class and our teacher that I failed math, again.

But it was a huge surprise to me.

Why, do you ask?

Well it might have been so because I might have copied off everything from the geeky-looking guy in front of me.

Now, hey, before you judge me, let me just say that I didn’t tell him to show me his paper or anything remotely close to that. It was just the fact that our table were angled in such a way that I could basically see every solutions he wrote. So, copying his answer was quite tempting when my paper was absolutely blank.

I did not want to cheat either, but it was the only alternative left to pass. After filling out my paper with the geeks' solutions, i was pretty sure that I would finally be able to get an A. But, you can, basically, imagine my expression after the results were out.

God was definitly punishing me for stealing my brother's cake last week. Hey, now you cannot blame me for that either. My Mom can make some serious kickass food, its not my fault that Luke- my brother- was just throwing the foodstuffs around the house. He already knows that I'm a growing girl and I love eating.

Even thinking about that cake made me want to go home. Geez, so much for having to sit on detention as a punishment for sleeping in class. The teacher could have just given me some extra homework-- not that I'd do it anyway--but not this pathetic detention where I'd have nothing to do except write the sentence 'Education leads us to our dream. I need to make my dream in my house, not during the class' for fifty times. It's either that or do nothing but sit still for an hour.

I guess everyone here knows what I chose to do. Or more like what I didn't chose to do. I just sat in the desk waiting for the detention to end.

Detention finally ended after a zillion years where all I did was stare out of the window--I was smart enough to grab the seat with window nearby--and Miss. Jessica came to check on me time to time. She'd just walk towards me, look at my blank paper, stare at my face, turn around and walk away. She did this so many times, I swear I'd have lost my cool and punched her face if she had done that once more time and if she had not announced that the detention was over.

Crazy woman, I muttered to myself.

As soon as I got out of class and put my not-so-precious books in the locker, I practically ran all the way home.

I walked through the frontdoor of my house and threw my bag on the sofa--no, I'm not careless, I just don't like carrying bags everywhere I go, it's irritating, inconvenient and pathetic. Without bothering to see if whether it landed on the sofa or the floor, I marched towards the kitchen in hope of getting to eat something delicious or fantastic after my long day--which was the biggest mistake of my life since mom was there and--don't ask me how-- she knew that the results were supposed to be out today.

As soon as I set my foot in the kitchen, Mom asked about the results to which I solemnly murmmured that it wasn't  anything worth looking at. 

"But I've to see how you did, Rin." She said frowning. "I need to know what your score is so that I'd know what to do with you."

"What do you mean by that? You're not trying to kick me out of the house, now, are you?" I said, jokingly, desperately to change the topic.