Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2011 21:18:43 GMT -5
“Oh…my…gosh.” Damian smacked his forehead onto the table in front of him, more importantly, on the worksheet he was being forced to complete. “I have math!”
“Whoa, watch it there Damo!” Ryan scolded. “You nearly hit the compass.”
“Which would have been hilarious. Death by math!” Keith hooted, but upon seeing both Ryan and Damian’s glares, he backtracked with, “But it would have really hurt…yeah…I’d feel sorry for you. Maybe.” He grinned a cheshire smile.
“Whatever,” Damian rolled his eyes. “Right now, I’m about to die of confusion, or boredom…probably boredom.”
“What is it you’re trying to do?” Ryan asked.
“Angles.” Damian groaned. “And they hate me. With a passion.”
“Okay McG,” Keith popped in the conversation once more. “You pick, you can have angles that HATE you with a passion, or you can have crazed fans that LOVE you with a passion. Which one?”
“Right now, I’m not sure which is wor…Ryan…what are you doing?” He questioned as he saw Ryan slam down the compass.
“And, done!” He cheered.
“You just finished my homework…” the boy mused. “Ryan, I think I love you. Now, let me go tell my tutor and I’ll…” He got up and began to sneak off, his hand going to grab the finished work.
“No, no, no…I don’t think so. You get to do it yourself.” Ryan said snatching the paper back and placing the metal compass on it. “I’ll show you.”
“But you already finished it!” Damian counted, tugging the page back to him.
“You’ll never learn unless you do it.” Ryan argued pulling it closer to himself.
“Ryan, please, I’ll never get it!” He begged, yanking it once more.
“I’ll teach you!” Ryan promised, pulling it.
And thus began a tug of war, both yanking the paper back and forth, the compass scooting on the paper.
“Ryan, no, lis--”
“No, you listen!” Both yanked at the same time, raising the page above the table and launching the compass into the air.
“Yipe!” Keith yelped as the sharp math instrument came whizzing past his head and planted itself into the wall, the pointed end protruding from it. “Staying out of it, I think math hates me the most!” He cried, scrambling to get from the room. “You’re on your own!”
Damian stared at the thing in the wall with wide eyes, then back to the man who had sent it there. He slowly got up and backed away. “I uh…” he glanced at it fearfully. “I think I’ll figure it out on my own…” Without another word, he bolted from the room.
Just as Damian left, Neil came walking in, his nose nearly connecting with the compass in the wall. “Oh boy…” he murmured. “Who got in a fight?”
“It was an accident!!!”
THE END
“Whoa, watch it there Damo!” Ryan scolded. “You nearly hit the compass.”
“Which would have been hilarious. Death by math!” Keith hooted, but upon seeing both Ryan and Damian’s glares, he backtracked with, “But it would have really hurt…yeah…I’d feel sorry for you. Maybe.” He grinned a cheshire smile.
“Whatever,” Damian rolled his eyes. “Right now, I’m about to die of confusion, or boredom…probably boredom.”
“What is it you’re trying to do?” Ryan asked.
“Angles.” Damian groaned. “And they hate me. With a passion.”
“Okay McG,” Keith popped in the conversation once more. “You pick, you can have angles that HATE you with a passion, or you can have crazed fans that LOVE you with a passion. Which one?”
“Right now, I’m not sure which is wor…Ryan…what are you doing?” He questioned as he saw Ryan slam down the compass.
“And, done!” He cheered.
“You just finished my homework…” the boy mused. “Ryan, I think I love you. Now, let me go tell my tutor and I’ll…” He got up and began to sneak off, his hand going to grab the finished work.
“No, no, no…I don’t think so. You get to do it yourself.” Ryan said snatching the paper back and placing the metal compass on it. “I’ll show you.”
“But you already finished it!” Damian counted, tugging the page back to him.
“You’ll never learn unless you do it.” Ryan argued pulling it closer to himself.
“Ryan, please, I’ll never get it!” He begged, yanking it once more.
“I’ll teach you!” Ryan promised, pulling it.
And thus began a tug of war, both yanking the paper back and forth, the compass scooting on the paper.
“Ryan, no, lis--”
“No, you listen!” Both yanked at the same time, raising the page above the table and launching the compass into the air.
“Yipe!” Keith yelped as the sharp math instrument came whizzing past his head and planted itself into the wall, the pointed end protruding from it. “Staying out of it, I think math hates me the most!” He cried, scrambling to get from the room. “You’re on your own!”
Damian stared at the thing in the wall with wide eyes, then back to the man who had sent it there. He slowly got up and backed away. “I uh…” he glanced at it fearfully. “I think I’ll figure it out on my own…” Without another word, he bolted from the room.
Just as Damian left, Neil came walking in, his nose nearly connecting with the compass in the wall. “Oh boy…” he murmured. “Who got in a fight?”
“It was an accident!!!”
THE END