Math Sucks Novels & Stories

The audience sat in stunned silence, their collective bewilderment etched into the murmurs that followed. "Why?" someone finally asked. "Did she really not even make it to the college entrance exams? Not even to university?" The system displayed Subject One's dismal physics and chemistry scores, answering their questions. Truthfully, junior high physics and chemistry—though challenging—were not insurmountable. With enough grit, relentless memorization, and a dash of determination, most students could manage to scrape by. But not Subject One.

“And no, I don’t just enjoy math. But I’m pretty good at it.” I narrowed my eyes. “That sounds like something someone who secretly loves math would say.” He chuckled. “I just like solving problems. Numbers make sense. Unlike…” He trailed off, looking at me with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Unlike what?” “Unlike some people.” I rolled my eyes. “Right. Because math equations never stress anyone out.” Lucas smirked. “Only when they’re solved wrong.” He tapped my notebook. “Want me to walk you through this one?”

POV: Ava I'm staring at my Advanced Calculus textbook like it’s written in an alien language. Usually, numbers are my sanctuary. They’re logical. They don’t have messy emotions or bruised knees or smirks that make my stomach do a backflip. But today, the equations are just a blur of ink.

Brielle's Past I was playing basketball with my only friend, Faith. "Faith, what do you think our future will be? You know, I'm not very good at studies, and we have final exams next week," I growled as I threw away the basketball and sat down.On the bench of our school sports ground "I just don't know, and I'm not very good at math either," she admitted sheepishly as she drank from her bottle. We are both very behind on our studies, especially in maths, and trust me, it sucks. I just hate maths, it always goes over my head.

Stupid flowers don't even why I bothered. Damn…this isn't good

"I will go home." I turned around to leave, but he called me again. "I'm sorry if I laughed, but it is not about you. I laughed because it is ridiculous for you to say that you suck at Math." I stopped and looked behind. "Sir?" "You're actually doing good at Math. You could keep up with the school's retention. You don't suck at Math, you just had a bad teacher." I reflected for a moment at what he just said. But then I sheepishly smiled at him. "I know what I can do, Sir. I know that I really suck at Math."

“Well yeah, this looks very hard. I wonder how you nerds do it. Solving maths is like a mental abuse torture to students “. He said complaining. I smiled at him innocently. “Well then it shouldn’t be a problem for you then. You aren’t a student, you always bunk classes, don’t you ?”. “Hilarious“. He gave me a blank face. “But seriously, I’m so tired of finding X for Y since high school, it should just move on “. “It’s called equation, genius”. He scoffed. “More like obsession. No wonder X always runs away, and we have to keep finding her. She’s tired of Maths possessiveness, she’s happy in English but maths keeps trying to get her back “.

Read me, stupid!

Lucas forced his elbow to remove his hand from Theo's shoulder. "What genius math?! "He said I'm stupid in math!" But the truth is, Lucas is not joking. Theo has always been known as a math genius because he consistently participated in math contests from elementary school to high school. That's why sometimes they don't know if he's just being generous every time he says he's stupid at math. Or it's just boasting. Yes, everyone knows that Theo's arrogant side is very loose.

Even though I feel his eyes on me every few minutes, ignoring him seems easier and easier as the weeks fly by. I half-throw my book onto the desk, grabbing a pen from my bag. As I open it to the homework section, I try to make sense of the scribbled answers. He’s made me hate this subject so much that even doing the homework feels like torture. I used to have decent grades. I was on track for a bright future. But then third year hit, and with it, Mr. Adkins. Now, math is the bane of my existence. Management, finance, accounting—those I can handle. But this class? It’s a disaster, thanks to him. He refuses to explain things more than once, and now I’m stuck with a failing grade.