Math Sucks Novels & Stories

I said. Muna apologized to me as she lowered her gaze. “If I insulted her with my comments, I must apologize. Although it doesn't explain my behavior, I have been quite dissatisfied with her recent behaviors. I sincerely hope you will be able to forgive me.” “I know that Selena can be difficult sometimes, but that doesn’t give you the right to talk down at her. She is my mate Muna! And now she is missing.” I yelled, obviously angry. “And what am I huh? Who am I to you Alpha? Am I your sex toy when you are horny or something else?” She asked looking at me for answers.

“Ay, maybe you should study more, eh?” “But studying math's like pounding my head with a sledgehammer: excruciating, and no matter how hard I try, my brains always turn to mush...” My gaze floated across the room. Our teacher droned on about test corrections. Mo was plastered to a busty blonde, lips locking in the far corner. Others slept, texted, or tried to commit suicide with unsharpened pencils. I fell into the latter category.

Things cannot get messier. Fuck. Me.

Just fuck my life. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

We trusted them enough and accepted their teaching why won't they do the same and assume we already know the topic and don't see exams. Frankly, it is not a problem at all but it kind of annoys me at times. Setting up the same questions in different methods just to test our intelligence and some still fail. Good thing, not every teacher is like Mr. Matthew our matches teacher. I am extremely grateful I won't be needing the subject after high school if not, my next plan would be to kill the person that Invented mathematics. He should be dead by now but breaking his already weak bone would make me feel better as all I want to do is punch Nigel right in the face for making face at me.

I pout "And it's not like it's my fault!" "I-I think that's sort of the problem" Mel says softly "Because y-you aren't even trying and you're beating him at it" I sigh this time "Maths is always the easiest class to sleep in" So apparently, Ber is in Advanced Calculus too. Is that suspicious? Of course it is. Usually, the class just has me behind, half awake, half asleep (plus, the teacher there, just drones on without caring if we care or not. Which makes it the perfect class for me)

"Math is so fucked up." "How many dollars are you planning to sacrifice this month?" I laughed but held out my hand to her and she took it. "I have every right to be frustrated. Why did they have to add the alphabet in math? Everything was so much easier without it." "It gets easier with time. Well, that's if you practice often." I got her book and flipped through the pages. "Isn't Marcy around? She's pretty good at this." "She's in one of her depressing cocoons and I don't want to disturb her."

Roxy asked, pulling a slightly crumpled schedule from her back pocket and consulting it. I groaned, the sound full of genuine dread. "Ugh, algebra. I haven't understood a thing since like, seventh grade." To me, algebra wasn't just a subject; it was a different language, one where letters and numbers danced together in a confusing code I could never seem to crack.

She can see it in his eyes. MATE.

"Not a single hottie." "I'm sure the universe got together to make sure you could actually pay attention, and it's not that bad," Amy said, don't be a baby." Sarah pouted. "You're just saying that because you like math." I couldn't help but laugh as they continued to bicker. "Admit it. If you weren't a math wizard, you'd agree with me." Sarah huffed, poking Amy playfully. "For the rest of us, algebra sucks. Math is the most civilized version of torture."