Date: March 02 20XX
Location: Whitewater High, Toronto
Time: 09:00 AM (EST)
POV: Rage
I'm gonna fail. I'm not gonna fail. I'm gonna fail. I'm not gonna fail. I'm NOT gonna fail. Maybe I will, actually.
My mind can't focus on the damn test, just the slight anxiety that comes with it. Cat can't either. She's sitting maybe 6 or 7 seats away, and her brain is just hell. It's literally taking 'mixed feelings' to a whole new level. I think she'd do okay. She is one of the smartest in our class. I dunno 'bout me, though. I get A's and stuff in class but I've never really paid attention to any of the crap the teachers say, unlike Cat. Her pencil is literally shaking right now. At least mine isn't. I think I got one up on her. I look back at my paper and try to focus.
37. What is the derivative of the function:
I think about it for a moment, then write down "−8sin2x+1/x+1". I dunno if that's correct or not, but at this point, I don't even care.
Date: March 02 20XX
Location: Whitewater High, Toronto
Time: 09:08 AM (EST)
POV: Cookie
I'm internally screaming right now. This test is so freaking hard, even though I studied my ass off for it. As I freak out inside, I sneak a peek at Rage's table and boy, do I feel jealous. He doesn't seem the least perturbed by this test or anxious in any way, and he's probably using those mind powers of his to figure out the answer from the smart kids in class.
Hold on, I am supposed to be one of the smart kids. IS HE RELYING ON ME?! I hope not.
Ugh, I gotta get this done quick. I'm running out of time. I check my watch.
Fuck, just 13 minutes left.
I have, like, 5 or 6 calculus questions left. Time to do this.
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