Pow! You shoot another alien right on the gut with your laser! You see another one lying on the ground, injured but still alive. You walk over to it and hear it's throaty gasp "Don't s-shoot" POW! Whatever, it's an alien. You hear another one groaning and rolling on the ground. You walk over to it, gun at the ready, just wanting to hear its final words. It gasps "W-Wake up J-Jake!" What?? This alien is so confusing. Then again, "WAKE UP JAKE" And for a second you plunge into darkness.
You wake up with a start, realizing you are facedown on your desk, and a pool of drool is collecting under your forehead. You look up and see your least favourite teacher. Mrs. Martha, or Mrs. Barfa as you like to call her.
"Is math too boring for you Mr. Singer?" she growls at you. Uh oh, you know you're in trouble when she uses your last name. You manage to squeak a "Uh- No ma'am" before feeling your cheeks turn the colour of tomatoes as you see your entire class giggling at you. "You will report to the principals office for an hour of detention right after school" She told you before storming back to her textbooks.
You would think detention with the principal would be easy when your dad is the principal, but he just likes to make it harder for you. You sigh. Oh well, better than another day alone.
You finish the class easily, finishing your homework with 20 minutes to spare. Determined to not fall asleep again, you stare straight ahead at the numbers on the board until you come across one that makes your stomach churn, the answer of (-4) x (-4). Sixteen.
