A/N: I honestly can't apologize enough for not uploading. But it's NaNoWriMo, and I finally have someone to motivate me to write (my English teacher, who's amazing). I really hope uploads will be more frequent from now on. Enjoy!
“Human nature is almost impossible to define; particularly when humans are the ones attempting to define it.”
I had been sitting at the computer for nearly twenty minutes now, and those were the only words I had typed out. Although I had an idea of how I wanted my essay to go, I was still totally writer’s blocked on how to get it to flow. Sighing, I shut my computer and flopped onto my bed. I grabbed my phone and texted Mike.
“hey are brett and madison still together?”
“lol idk, why do u care?” he replied.
“just wondering, b/c they were arguing the other day."
“someone did say that brett wasn’t driving her home anymore. does that mean madison’s single?”
“she’s a b*tch, mike.” I rolled my eyes.
“lol jk just messing w/ you. but maybe they did break up, ask around if you really care.”
“ok, i’m going to do hw. thx tho!”
Brett wasn’t driving Madison home anymore. And they were arguing the other day. If they were broken up, that would explain why Madison wasn’t #1 on the list anymore. That seemed completely spiteful on Brett’s part. Wow, I just managed to start hating him more. There were very few people that I had less respect for. Brett was right down there with the man at the gas station who always hit on me when I went to fill up my gas tank. Still, that didn’t explain why I was on the top of the list.
I gave up on my thoughts and pulled out my math homework instead. The numbers seemed to dance around each other in my head, refusing to make any sense. Sin, cos, and tan were better as words. Although I’m 99% sure that cos isn’t a real word. Math was so much better before someone decided to take it and add letters in with the numbers. And it wasn’t even useful. When was I ever going to be standing in a supermarket and then go, “Oh wow, I really need to know how far it is in exact numbers from me to the can of tomatoes on the third shelf! Let me just pull out my protractor and measure the angle and then do some calculations on my giant graphing calculator to find out!” Not that I’d actually be able to, considering my current understanding of the subject, which was nil. I groaned loudly. I think I was actually going to need a math tutor. This sucked; I hated asking for help from people. I walked back to my computer and shot off an email to Mr. Fillmore, asking him to refer me to a tutor. A minute later, I got an email back.
“Dear Ms. Evans,
Most people have gotten a tutor before this. However, luckily there’s one person left who’s available to tutor. His name is Brett Samuels. I have attached his contact information below.
Sincerely,
Mr. Fillmore”
Well, f*ck.
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