Jasper's voice was like waiting for a rain storm during a drought. You got excited when the clouds got grey hoping the skies would open and unleash the quench to your thirst. Even a cool breeze was a tease. And every time Jasper opened his mouth it...
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An airplane flies against the wind from A to B in 8 hours. The same airplane returns from B to A, in the same direction as the wind, in 7 hours. Find the ratio of the speed of the airplane (in still air) to the speed of the wind-
I stared at the problem instantly knowing the solution. Once before I would look at the math problem and crumble at the sight of it. I would refuse to do it. I solved the problem with ease completing the worksheet.
" Done." I grabbed the paper and my nude Prada heels clacked against the tile floor as I went up to Mrs.Easton's desk. Her face frowned as she caught sight me her wrinkled face scrunching up and her glasses sat at the end of her nose.
"Don't even start Ms.Pines. I'm not letting you go to the bathroom to paint your nails." The class giggled at her comment.
" Please do, that manicure is hideouse." Carly interjected.
I ignored her and placed my paper on the desk.
" Actually I'm done." I replied. She scoffed in disbelief and grabbed my paper, her eyes scanned over it and widen as she had seen my pink ink scrambled over the paper solving the problems.
" Well done Ms.Pines." She completed. I turned around with a proud smile and even waved at bitter Carly as I went back to my seat.
My grades had changed for the better, and for the first time I was actually taking school seriously. It wasn't for my Dad, but for me. Yes, I'm dancer I'll always be a dancer but I also wanted to smart and educated. And not have people like Ms.Easton or Fawn even Carly see me as an idiot. I deserved better and I needed to treat my self better.
The bell rang and I grabbed my purse and headed out the classroom door.
" Hey Kin." I waved as people walked by and spoke to me. Before finally making it to my locker. The paint still looking as fresh as the day it was painted the locker representing me to the fullest. I opened it pulling out my matte lip gloss and looking at my reflection in the mirror.
" Hey sexy." Bee greeted. She wore an oversized denim jacket and with a white crop top and high waisted denim jeans and beaded jewelry hanging from her wrist and combat boots. Her nails painted a pastel pink and a lip piercing in her lip. Bee was like us... but different. More of a rebellion than me an Nani. Both believed it was a way for her to act out against her protective parents. She was smart really smart and her grades reflected it, but she still wanted to have fun she partied hard and had friends with benefits. Was wild, but always kept her grades in check so whenever her parents started bitching she could remind them how she isn't a fuck up by pulling at her all A report card. She could be cruel gave off this " tough girl personal" and sometimes forced a mug instead of smile. But all and all I loved her, and physically she wanted to be everything her parents disapproved piercing, dyed hair even considered a tattoo just out of spite.
