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06 - You Will Need to Reconstruct Your Face When I'm Done With You.

06 - You Will Need to Reconstruct Your Face When I'm Done With You.

        "Either I'm stupid or blind, because I have never seen you in this class before." I say while walking towards the back row where all the guys are sitting.

        "We have always been in this class." Nick laughs then shakes his head. "But we have always sat in the back while you sat in the front."

        "Oh okay, who usually sits here?" I ask nodding towards the empty seat between Nick and Sam.

        "Nobody, the whole back row is ours." Josh smirks proudly. "So you can sit there if you want to, new best friend."

        "New best friend?" I ask smiling widely, then I wink playfully. "I like that title."

        “I do too!" Sam exclaims in a little girl voice. "Now we can go get face masks and pedicures and cry about how hot guys are in our favorite chick flicks!"

        "That sounds awesome!" Evan and I exclaim at the same time, but he says it in a girly way, and my voice is naturally that way.

        "Enough talking in the back!" Mr. Meyer, my Algebra teacher, literally barks. "I will split you all up."

        Then he continues teaching, Algebra is my worst subject. I can barely grasp what is saying. I take out my binder so I can take notes on what he is saying, as he speaks I write.

        People say Algebra is the easiest subject you could possibly have in high school, but I find that a complete lie. Ever since freshman year I have never grasped the concepts.

        "Do you want my notes later?" Evan whispers while showing me the page full of notes he has copied down.

        "Please." I answer desperately, I could use some good notes. "Algebra is my worst subject." 

        "Okay, I will show you during study hall." he smiles, and I thank him. It is nice having a neighbor the same age as me.

        "Thanks."

        "Do you guys get this?" Sam asks looking confused. "What the fuck is the Pythagorean Theorem?"

        "Oh God,” Evan laughs and shakes his head, then quickly explains what that is and I listen. I am too embarrassed to admit I don't know what it is either. “It’s not that hard.”

        "I still don't get it." Sam admits, laughing slightly.

        "Okay, well . . .” Evan starts explaining again and I zone him out. It's hopeless, I'm going to fail and have to go to summer school, and waste my entire summer on school work. Won't that be so much fun, note the sarcasm.

        When the bell finally rings I quickly gather my stuff and leave, not that I'm anxious enough get to my next class. I hate this class so much I just have to leave.

        One time I got yelled at for leaving the classroom so quickly, but my excuse was simple: I love this class so much I want to leave sooner, so tomorrow will come faster.

        Now I have World History, oh what fun that is.

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        The rest of the day goes by quickly with minimal problems, and as soon as I know it I am in last period study hall with Evan.

        “Hi," I mumble sitting next to him, thank God it’s the last period of the day. I want to go home and cry about what today is by myself