the plot? uh... it was a spur of the moment thing. :)
StillThinkingOfATitle
Useless. Nothing's changed, as always. All my efforts go to waste. I absolutely hate to admit it but that darn man is right. He didn't breathe a word about it but his eyes never lie. It's been 2 years since his annoying orbs first told me, "you're no good at math." I just ignored him. I'm neither good nor bad at his wretched subject. I understand fairly well those stupid formulas he filled the board with. And I'm fine with my sole inclination - languages. I used to be very proud before he did that. I loathe that moment - every tiny detail of it, every split second his eyes taunted me as he was handing back my test paper. I wanted to tell him to stop but I just flashed a silly grin and sat back down on my chair. I stared at the cruel, red mark for a moment. and then, I carried on hating him. I didn't really notice it that time, though.
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