12/-2 Novels & Stories

I glanced over at Wolf as he glared at the boy with rage. "Great! Let me get your number and I'll text you later!" he insisted. As I gave him my number I glanced around the table and read a multitude of expressions. Concern on Scarlett, Cassy and Don, annoyed on Foxy and Jackal, amused on Hound and Pete and anger on Wolf. "I'll talk to you later, R." Sam said and he and Pete finally left the table. As soon as they were out of earshot, I groaned. "Shit. This sucks" I complained.

“Let’s simplify the expression (x^2 - 4) / (x + 2). First, we need to factor the numerator and denominator.” Lily furrowed her brow in concentration as she followed along. “Okay, so the numerator can be factored as (x + 2)(x - 2), and the denominator is already factored as (x + 2).” “Right,” I confirmed. “Now, we can cancel out the common factor of (x + 2) from the numerator and denominator, leaving us with (x - 2). So, the simplified form of the expression is just x - 2.”

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Number after number disappeared until the whole school was numberless. I slept well that night. The eraser solution was a success. But my relief was short-lived. The numbers came back the next day. They doubled and tripled over and over. 12, –20120, –456, – 21423, –23, –98, –1223, –23, –34, –20120, –456, –21423, –23, – 98, –1223, –23, –34,000, –23, –12, –341,325, –123, –45, –445, –

I could not imagine them being anywhere else but quiet, and in their place at the back of the classroom. "Kara... Kara", Shawn poked me lightly. Apparently Mr. Smith had asked me a question. I turned to my gloomy eyed desk partner, delivering a disgusted look, and dismissing him appropriately as he had annoyed me yet again. "Yes, Mr. Smith? Sorry, I had zoned out for a few seconds", I explained. "That's fine, Ms. Vox", he said, quivering a little. "We are on number eleven. Are the two triangles similar or congruent?"

I, who had been sitting on the passenger seat, shifted to face him, taking his hands to hold my gifts. "Think about it first." I looked at her sharply, along with an aura that should be irresistible. "You guys need expenses, and... that yesterday was still very impressive." My reflexes often rise every time I recall the heat of our union in bed. A few days ago, even a few years ago I can still remember. "Here." Aryo showed me the card he kept and returned the key to my hand. He confessed, "I can't drive either." Hah... it turned out to be that problem. Really? I couldn't believe it. It's true?

It looked like the planet had veins. The walk was long, but at last we arrived at our destination, a huge door. “Now, boys, only speak when I ask you to speak,” said Shrock. I gulped as the doors split apart, revealing a brightly lit hall. Half of the hall was black, and the other half was white. There were three high podiums on each half painted with the opposite colour. The black section had white podiums, while the white section had black podiums. The ceiling had an infinity sign etched into it, with circles embedded within its lines. The colour moved from white to black as it went from the black half to the white half of the hall. From each end of the room, doors appeared as six individu

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Henry said pinning against to the car. "Two minutes late." He screamed top of his lungs while breaking silence between us." "Yes, so what's we loss for getting two minutes late only." Henry said. "Definitely its huge loss, do you know the meaning of two minutes? Two minutes means 120 seconds and 120000 milliseconds." He calculated the whole thing. My eyes widened and jaw dropped after listening his calculations. "Brother stop it, you know right I’m weak in maths." Henry said while pulling his cheeks.

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.