Soo... where is the pie?+math class --open

[Miss Murder]

Math class. It would began and end with that horrid beeping sound. It sounded off tune, like a dying animal screaming, and the fact that it stuck them through hell for about and hour made it worse. It's purpose was worse that the sound. Surprisingly...

To those few who enjoy math... Well good for you! However to a select few you're a tad... Messed up? Of course as you scoot in, some as slowly as possible, to the small classroom you look up at the chalk board that has the teacher's name written on it. In some opinions it will be the teacher from living hell OR an angel sent from heaven shooting quadratic formulas at you.

In the mind of one student, who stumbled in last second, he felt that this was going to be the term the deepest pit. Although he would dig his fingers into the sides, and maybe a few pencils, he'd never manage to climb out. Out of hell.
He glanced only briefly up at the board, and then as he passed the few rows of lined up desks he looked for a seat closest to the back. Or should he sit in the front? Next to the smart kids? Tapping his fingers against his books briefly he decided that the back would be the place he would sit. Brushing by the desks that were both empty and accompanied he blushed slightly. The bell had already rang and he was trying to get to his desk with out tripping over his own feet or having some sort of episode. He could already see the teacher stepping into the room from the corner of his eye. Shit.

Sitting down he felt rather clumsy as his elbow hit the back of the chair rather harshly and his folder, containing his music, spilled all over the floor. He sighed and dropped the unimportant books on his desk and began to retrieve the papers that lied scattered around him. Nice. He probably bruised his elbow and now everyone knew he was a complete dork! A clumsy dork. He wasn't ready for this. Not now.
Not ever.
Why did he have to learn math?

Was the teacher really gazing at him... Waiting for him to finish cleaning everything up?
Were those the faces of his new class mates turning toward him now? Shit. They were.

[Sarah]

Claude walked into the dreaded first period class that was math. Why the hell did he have to know math? "Math is all around us, kids!" His second grade teacher had exclaimed frequently. God, how he hated that man. He was flat out disturbed, and Claude wouldnt have been surprised if he ever gave a kid a blow job, even just a second grader. He was just a very unpredictable man...

But, bad memories aside, Claude walked in after Jadie, seeing as they "Walked to class together" But not in the sexual sense as Claude first saw it as. Also, seeing as he knew no one else in the class -blasted new kid in school- he took the desk to the left of Jadie's, in the back. Good too, maybe he could doze off a bit in the back. He sat down his mountain of books, then eventually sat down in the desk. But, Claude being Claude, he missed the chair. With a sigh, face reddening, he quickly rose from the ground, and put his hand under his butt before sitting this time, establishing the fact that there was actually a firm seat below him.

[Miss Murder]

When he finally finished cleaning up all the scattered pages he awkwardly sat back down in his seat and glanced at Claude. He felt so annoyed with himself already! It was so frustrating! "This is going to be hell," he whispered to himself and watched the teacher stride up to the front of the room, no longer gazing at the clumsiness of Claude and Jadie. He felt a familiar warm feeling edge up his cheeks. One, he knew too well.

So, he thought glancing around the classroom at a few, seeming, half minded wits like him. This was his class? At least it wouldn't be that bad... Or at least he hoped. Get the worst over with first.. Right?

"That's the spirit!" his cheery mother would say. She would glow like a freaking night bug as she would say so, and then pour him another cup of coffee. "Always look at things positive before negative! Or.." her face became slightly dark now, "Your karma will be bad!"

He never looked at things optimistically. It wasn't really... well, him. Can you imagine a sparkly, dazzling, Jadie? He couldn't. Maybe that was way he was destined to be stared at or destined to drop his pages all over the floor. He was destined for bad karma at birth. He was chosen to have a negative view of things. It was just him.
So besides changing himself entirely what else could he do? Jade's thoughts pondered on as the teacher went off with some mathematical gibberish. What?

[Sarah]

The first day back, and the damn teacher was already speaking a foreign language. Usually, it took a week for Claude to get that far behind. "Worse than hell," Claude agreed. "Its going to be 'home'." He muttered darkly, pulling out a sheet of notebook paper and a pencil. Ha, genuis one and genuis two together had to get a passing grade by dividing their averages? They were as good as screwed. Well, in math they were.

"Its going to be worse than home," He muttered to himself. "Its going to be home with ten fucking fathers in it." He started copying down the random words written on the board, not truly knowing what he was writing.

[Miss Murder]

Jadie stared at the board... There was nothing better to do. He noted as the teacher scribbled numbers and fraction, that the teacher really didn't pay attention to what the students were doing.

Tearing out a corner on a sheet of fresh paper he wrote on it with his own secretive chicken scratch.
Then he folded the sloppy messed twice before flicking it at Claude's desk, which sat a few lengths from him. On it he had wrote 'Do you get what the fuck she is writing?'

If he didn't.. Then they were definitely screwed. Either that or they would need a good tutor. He pushed his fingers through his hair briefly.. when he was finished he scratched the back of his neck in thought. Three over two hundred x square by seventy? What the...

Leaning slightly over in his seat he peeked over the shoulder of the kid in front of him. They were writing some sort of formula? What? He sighed, slightly louder than he wanted, and leaned back in his seat again. This was going to be a loooong period. Shit.

[Sarah]

Claude picked up the note once it was flicked to him, and frowned. He didnt get it, but he was trying as well as he damn could.
"Hell no!" He wrote back in his barely legible writing. "We're SCREWED!" He added, flicking the note back after looking up at the board, seeing that the teacher was still writing at the board, the coast clear. He sighed, glaring at the back of her head. It was the first day back, for crying out loud!

[Miss Murder]

When Claude flicked the note back at him he quickly unfolded it to reveal the dreaded answer. No.
As he glanced around the room he noticed many people with confused looks. Well, they weren't the only ones to say the least. He shifted in his seat and thought of the previous years of math. It had never been his strength.

Pressing his pencil to his desk he began to scribble on it. The lines were brief and matched up to one another and soon created a balling mass. The seat felt cool against his hot back and the room quite cool. There wasn't much in there, except the board and a few pieces of chalk. A desk arranged in the corner.

The few noises only seemed to be the scribbling of students, and the few occasional whispers in between then. There was however, the constant squealing of chalk against the dark board. Then the teachers small, chirpy, voice to explain it.

He could fall asleep right there...

[Sarah]

Claude sighed, throwing his pencil down. He was all the way back on equation 3, while the teacher was on seven. May as well give up now. It was ridiculos, good thing he never planned on getting anything better than a C in math.

After a moment, he picked up his pencil and began drumming it against the side of the desk, which, even just the slightest noise, gained unwanted attention from the teacher.

"Please, do not disrupt," She murmured, turning around to face him. Claude's face went blank, unsure of what he did exactly, before finally dropping the pencil again. Geeze, the tiniest of noise would land him a detention, by the looks of it. He looked to Jadie, brows raised in a "What-the-hell-just-happened" Expression.