Novel & Cerita The Idiot Book

Do I really have to share a bed with this guy tonight? I sighed in despondence, how foolish of me to completely forget about the actual matter at hand while daydreaming about jewels and riches! I couldn't fathom if I always was so stupid or was today a special occasion? Whatever maybe the case, I suddenly couldn't find myself rebutting the fact that I was a waste of two billion years of evolution. The comprehension made me sad, but what could I do, my family was responsible for this sporadic idiocy (I would like to speak for myself and say this that I'm not always this stupid, normally I'm a very smart person. But this disease [Idiocy] is a genetic intermittent ailment which comes to me only

Hannah sat down at the table, still looking pretty ticked off. "Oliver really has no worries at all. Even though he knows we are back, he still won't come out of his room. All he does is sleep, and he sleeps like the dead! "One of these days, he's going to sleep himself into an early grave! He causes trouble every day, and he still can't do basic math!" I could now! I floated right up to Hannah, pointing at the pile of empty bottles. "I counted them perfectly! Check if you don't believe me! Big meanie!"

"The problem isn't me." His shoulders stiffened almost instantly. "Oh." "Yeah." Neither of us spoke for another few seconds. Eventually I let out a slow breath. "I think you're both idiots." Noah blinked. "...Excuse me?" "I said I think you're both idiots." He stared at me like he genuinely wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. "I don't even know you." "I know." "So why am I an idiot?" "Because you're miserable." He opened his mouth. Closed it again.