I quickly grab a match, light it up, and set the wretched book on fire. Then I steadily gaze at the auburn flames as I imagine them transforming it into a pile of ebony ashes with a few remains of sparking embers. Abruptly, the flames rage out of control, bursting anything near into flames. Through the mess, I spot the book completely unharmed with no scorch marks whatsoever. Ugh, of course! The book itself is protected by its Creator. Curse you!
A/N: Fyi, this was inspired by how much I hate my Geometry book.
