Meet Beca Mitchell. A sixteen-year-old girl in High school. She has friends, good grades for most of her studies, and a passion for music, but she has a big secret.
Beca isn't happy at home. Her mother died because of cancer when she was fourteen ye...
,,Look at this drawing." Chloe gives me a drawing and I see one car parked in one of the six parking spots.
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,,16, 06, 68, 88 and 98. That makes no sense! It can be 78, but that's weird because why would it be 78 and then 98 again?!" I look at it again, but I can't see it. I sigh frustrated and start to scratch my hand like I always do when I'm feeling anguished. Chloe grabs my hand and rubs it gently.
,,Relax. I'm going to teach you a trick. Mr. Smith loves this kind of equation, so he'll be impressed if you solve this."
,,Yeah, but I can't!"
,,Turn it around." Her voice is calm, but I'm freaking out. Another test is coming and I really need a good grade.
,,Will that help me solve this?"
,,Just trust me on this, Becs." Oh Chlo, you have no idea of how much I trust you. I swallow but turn the page around.
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,,Ow wow, totally different numbers. Let's see. 86, 88, 89, 90, 91. So the number is 87?" It's more a question than an answer but when I look at Chloe's face she smiles.
,,See, I told you to trust me."
,,Did I really get it?" I ask just to be sure. When Chloe nods, I squeal. ,,Let's do another one!" Chloe laughs at my excitement and gives me another page.
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,,Replace the question mark with the appropriate number." She tells me and at first the numbers kind of make me dizzy. I keep thinking and then it hits me.
