Nara
Today is Friday, and we finish school around five o'clock because our math teacher assigned us extra work. Mya and I are the last ones to leave class because I couldn't solve 'basic' calculus. There is nothing basic about calculus. It's challenging for me. In fact, math is hard for me. "Mr. Cain has it in for you and, in extension, me," I complain, hating that I had to spend an extra four hours in class.
There is so much tension between her and our math teacher; everyone can feel it.
“Mr. Cain still hates me.”
“Why?”
Mya sighed. “It’s… complicated. I lied to him about my age last year.”
“What? Why?”
“I’ll tell you another day.”
We resume walking down the stairs when it hits me, "You went to a bar at seventeen?" I ask.
She grins and salutes proudly, "Yes,"
Suddenly, I sto
