When twins Callie and Lexi were kids, they wrote a list of all the boys they wished to kiss when they started high school. Flash forward a year later, Lexi packed her bags and moved with her father to Melbourne in the wake of their parents' umpteent...
Now... enjoy a long-awaited Flynn chapter (I know some of you have wanted another one from his perspective).
And I'll never complain about seeing Herbert in the banner artwork
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I spent the rest of the week giving Callie the space she needed, despite her sister's insistence that now was the time to keep pressing.
The truth was, I don't think Lexi quite knew Callie like I did. Because there was something really off about her right now... like if I pushed her too far, then she'd just snap. And with Callie, there was a line. Push her just enough out of her comfort zone so that she doesn't shy away from things. But never push her so that she crumbles. At least, that's how I had always played it with her before.
I needed to let her come to me at this point.
How I'd manage that... I didn't know.
But sometimes destiny had its way... or something cheesy like that. Because in maths on Monday, things started to head my way. Just a little bit.
We were in full blown study mode for the external exam, with only two weeks to go.
And to say I was nervous would be an understatement.
I was shitting bricks.
Every single number blurred into one on my page as I realised just how far behind I had fallen over the past term.
Adding to my despair was Miss Fischer's reminder at the beginning of the term that the, "External exam makes up 50% of our overall grade. So it is imperative we study hard."
But how does one study when one doesn't even know what they are looking at?
Shaking my head, I read and reread the example question in front of me for the hundredth time.
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My hand itched to be raised again to call the teacher over for help.
But it was the fifth question.
And I had called her over every time now.
I rested my head down on the table, as a wall of shame and defeat started to overcome me as I realised I was stupid for thinking I could ever pursue university. That I would scrape by enough to get there. That—
"Start here," a gentle, lilting voice suddenly said from beside me, pulling me from my self-doubting spiral.
Head slowly lifting, my eyes met her grey ones.
She wasn't looking at me.
Instead, her gaze was fixated on my paper, starting to scribble down the step-by-step process to solve the equation.
