(Rhysette’s POV)
Mathematics.
I slammed the door to my locker shut, annoyance flooding my very being as I walked to the class.
I hated that course and every variation it came with. Algebra, calculus, numeracy, and every other one they had decided to come up with, you name it.
I hated them all.
I mean, how did knowledge of all of this stuff apply to me in a world where I pursued art?
Why was I being subjected to all of this torture?
And why couldn’t I have the course in the last period, when I knew that at least after that, I could go home and put it all right behind me, never to be remembered until a week later?
Why couldn’t life be so f*****g easy?
As it stood now, I had my arts class right after it, meaning I was going to spend the next two hours fantasizing about being with
