Eradicated Freedom

Chapter 4 (10866)

“Morgan what’s the square root of thirty-six thousand one hundred?” Vogel snapped at her and Bonnie racked her brains. Maths wasn’t her strong point something Vogel had picked up on and made her suffer for. One of three teachers at the school and the school being the only one in South they were the only three teachers for four thousands kilometers, she was also the only teacher who had it in for Bonnie since day one for about four thousand kilometers.

Having been teaching for about ten million years, (or possibly a little less maybe three million?) she knew every trick in the book and being at least three million years old knew probably a lot of dead people, Bonnie knew a lot of dead people and she was still at school, but knowing a lot of dead people made her moody when her students were grieving and apparently grieving on the first day of school left lasting impressions.

“Well?” Vogel glared down at her past her abnormally large nose, proof of how often she lied about Bonnie, and brushed her matted short grey hair out of her beady little eyes.

“One hundred and ninety?” Bonnie replied, hoping that she was somewhere close.

“Are you asking or answering me?” Vogel hissed, her eyes defying all laws of science and becoming even smaller.

“Answering, your question ma’am. The square root of thirty six thousand one hundred is one hundred and ninety.” Bonnie corrected, Vogel’s biggest pet hate was answering a question with an uncertain answer or just questions in general. The first time Bonnie had done it she had given her a crash course in TE punishments and she wasn’t keen to repeat the experience. Vogel pursed her lips.

“Answer quicker next time.” Bonnie resisted the urge to sigh in relief, Vogel congratulating her on getting the right answer or even acknowledged her answers was about as likely to happen as the world welcoming the Slain back with open arms and cake but she couldn’t punish her for getting something right.

Vogel went back to her wall and wrote something algebraic down. Vogel’s wall was where everything was written down, the TE had discovered that mixing snow with something that they managed to grow made an excellent paste that could be plastered over walls and then carved into with a pole to form writing. The only problem was having to re-plaster at the end of the day and collecting snow in the winter which was hard when everything's frozen solid. Despite this it was her favourite after school job, something she did her best to hide encase Vogel found out and moved her to a less interesting job, though thinking about it she might already since she was always paired with Idril, Bonnie’s least favourite classmate. Sly and manipulating she was great at blaming Bonnie for things she did however that was about where her skills stopped, the only reason she was still allowed anywhere near the school was because Vogel overestimated her talents and her mother was a high ranking member of the TE. As if she knew Bonnie was thinking about her Idril leaned past Thomas, the unfortunate boy seated between them, and pinged her hairband at Bonnie’s head. It missed and hit the wall by Vogel’s hand who span around glaring.

“Morgan!” She bellowed and Bonnie winced. “Stay behind!” then she turned around and continued explaining the complicated mess on the wall, Bonnie turned around and glared at Idril who smiled sweetly while Thomas shifted uncomfortably between them.

“Something wrong Bonnie?” Idril smirked.