" It's not that hard, you just need to remember for which quantity have you taken which variable, let's move onto something more difficult." Elara pushed her glasses and fixated them on her nose and pushed her textbook towards Romalda, showing her the next question.
"Ah... Let's see if we take the age of Simon as x then-"
" -Then the age of his father will be-"
" Y, isn't that correct?" Romalda asked and Elara rubbed her temples, obviously having a hard time dealing with Romalda and Algebra. Romalda is North and Algebra is South.
" See, you are not wrong but you obviously haven't read the entire question carefully. We have to solve it using a single variable, and since there is a relation between the two people-"
" Obviously, they are father and son." She snorted in overconfidence. Elara squinted her eyes after hearing her words.
" Rommy, I was not talking about the actual relationship, I was talking about the relation between their ages. For example, I have a cousin who is 4 years old and currently, I'm 16, so I can say that my cousin is four times my present age." Elara tried hard to explain and then stretched her back, it hurt due to sitting for a long time on her porch of Romalda's house.
" Let's take five. I'll bring you coffee?" She said but it came out as a question and Elara nodded, confused why she did not invite her in. She sat silently adoring the swing beside her on the porch. She crossed her legs and looked deeper into the concepts when she heard the screeching sound of the door opening. She did not turn thinking that it would just be Romalda with their coffee.
" You! What the fuck are you doing here?" An unpleasantly shrill sound torn through her ears and she knew who it was about instantly, Skylar Weaver.
She turned to face her with a fake do-not-get-on-my-nerves smile. Skylar huffed in annoyance. The door opened again, only this time, it was Romalda.
" Sorry, the elec-" She stopped as soon as she saw her step-sister. Skylar gave her a death glare and went inside the house slamming the door.
" I'm sorry, I thought you wouldn't want to be friends with me. I know you don't exactly like Skylar but I hate her too, she makes my life a living hell!" Romalda laughed humourlessly and pushed her hand through her light brown pint-straight hair and let out a long breath.
" I understand." Elara nodded and continued-" Just let me know if she crosses her limits." Elara held her shoulder.
" Wanna get out of here?" Rommy asked looking at Elara.
" Sure, I know a place that would be really good." Elara said thinking of the cheap diner where would be about no crowd around afternoon.
When they drove up to the diner, all Elara could think was about Adnes who she had called at least a million times but she hadn't returned any of her calls, hell-bent on breaking their two-year-old friendship.
" Coffee with no sugar, make it strong please." Elara ordered the waiter and he scribbled and turned to Romalda to take her order.
" I'll have a chocolate milkshake with a piece of whatever this cake is." Romalda pointed to the name of a french cake she found it implicit to read, the waiter looked, scribbled, nodded, and then vanished.
" This is a really shady place, but silent at the same time so we're good!" Elara said and pulled out the textbook and rough notebook.
" So you and Archer, huh?" She asked not looking up and kept solving the problem. Elara flustered into a shade of red and muttered a quiet 'yeah'.
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His Sunflower
Ficção Adolescente" He found his warmth deep within her cold self " " You look beautiful Sunflower" Elara Nova Curtis returned from New York to her hometown to live with her parents. With her poker face and hard exterior, what she hides behind is pain, hurt and her y...
