The Last of Them All (editing)

Every day started out as it usually would. That's when you know your life is too boring. When "everyday, like the one before", to quote Beauty And The Beast. Today was Wednesday, and school was out in two more days! All of us students were jumpy and restless as visions of summer, sleeping in, and hanging out clouded our minds. While all of us at Cheyenne East High School wanted to party, all of the teachers wanted to test. Three freshman, my friends and I, as eager as the rest, sat impatiently, while Andrew, made trouble as usual.

"Hey, pass this to Ali." He whispered to Jessica, the blonde cheerleader sitting next to him.

Jessica was the kind of girl who felt entitled to everything. Guys, good grades, popularity. And that's why I hated her. We all did. But nonetheless she was the one sitting between me and Andrew.

With a glare that could kill she plopped the note on top of my desk. She then wiped her hands off on her skirt as if the note was contaminated by "dork germs". It plopped into my lap, where my open book was, away from the glaring eyes of Mrs. Roen.

"Meet me after scool by the pine. Tell justin too." It read.

Great. I thought of something to reply with and settled on "That is, if you don't get detention first."

"No way. My mom said she wood take my phone away if I got anuther one this week. Im not planing on it."

Jessica looked greatly bothered by all of our note passing, yet she still handed the crumpled paper back.

I sighed. You could never count on Andrew NOT to get detention. "Good luck trying doofus, you never took that note down from the principal's door." 

Just two hours earlier, Andrew had created a poster using Photoshop of the principals head on the character Captain Underpants's body. It was hilarious, but it would make the principal furious if he saw it. Jessica passed the note to him, and immediately after he read it his hand shot up as if it was on fire. Mrs. Rosen was just going over adding polynomials for their math final, when she saw Andrew raise his hand.

"Well Andrew, let's hope you actually want to learn this time. What is it?" She asked. Her sixty-year-old eyes staring through him as if he was the answer she sought. Her tight bun bobbed back and forth as if it was shaking it's head at him.

Andrew cringed, "Uh, I was actually wondering if I could use the restroom." He nervously stated.

"Well," Mrs. Rosen placed her hands on her frail hips and rolled her eyes far back into her head. "I suppose, after you answer this question." She quickly scribbled out a question she knew none of the class would be able to answer, (except maybe Justin) and stared at Andrew till she got a response.

I squinted at the board, trying to make out all the numbers and lines that were written in black whiteboard ink, attempting to solve the difficult problem. Neither my dad nor I were very good at math and so I never got much help with it. I admit, I was pretty worried about this final.

"Uhh, Seven!" Andrew yelled, and ran out the door.

I looked over at Justin, he was wiggling his fingers as if they were on a piano. I knew Justin well enough that I knew he was thinking. That big brain of his was whirring away.

He turned around to me, as I was sitting behind him, and whispered in a hushed voice, "funny thing, the answer is actually seven."

As the smartest kid in the class, and almost entire school, I believed him, and gave off a little chuckle. A couple minutes later Andrew rushed right as the bell rang ,and all hopes of Mrs. Rosen scolding him were lost as everybody ran off to lunch.