shut me up [o p e n]

[[ raelynn ]]

I sat in class, legs folded neatly, clicking my retractable pen repeatedly. I was a senior, considered the big man on campus if you will, but I still was forced to sit through Calculus. It was ridiculous. In the following discussion and solutions the derivative of a function h(x) will be denoted by D{h(x)} or h'(x)... droned our teacher, Mr. Duplantis. I began to doodle on the outside of my notebook, pushing my bangs out of my eyes. And as I doodled, I considered all that had happened at my stay here at WC so far. There was my late night ride, meeting my roommates and others, and there was the ability to succeed with Al. My mind drifted, and I considered our possibilities. I saw crowds cheering at shows, and I saw Mother and Daddy fawning over me... Miss Swaze? The solution? I stared at Mr. D for a moment, jolted out of my fantasy. I saw some nerds snicker at me, and I shot them a glare and they left me alone. Dxmn, I wish I weren't so bad at this... I thought to myself. I tried frantically to figure the problem in my head while my teacher smirked.

[A.l.e.x.a]

Alexa, who was a senior too, sat next to Rae in their calculus class. This whole times she had watched her new friend doodling on her notebook. She wondered what she thought. Alexa was really good at reading people, it was just another thing that made her a good people person. Unbeknown to everyone else, past her crazy, wild, outgoing exterior was a really smart girl. Hearing Mr. D call Rae's name Alexa perked up and looked at the board as well. Realizing Rae, clearly didn't know the answer and figured she'd stop the silence that had overtaken the small classroom and answer the question
It's seven All eyes seemed to shift from Rae to Alexa who went back to playing with the bright pink glittery pencil.
Thank you Alexa Mr D said going back to the board. Alexa just looked at Rae and shrugged.

[[ raelynn ]]

I shuffled in my seat, throwing Alexa a grateful look. I put my pen down, trying to concentrate. I mean, who really sat here and focused on calculus anyway? It really wasn't something we'd have to know in life. Besides, I'd already determined I was just going to have to be a singer. Why shouldn't I be up on stage? I'd be in all the tabloids. Hmph, that'd get their attention. Plus, I could just pay for someone to do my math for me. I looked Mr. Du straight in the eye, as he glanced back at me, almost testing me. I knew he had it out for me. I mean, please, I'd only fallen asleep once. Well twice. But that was pretty good. Did he realize how boring he was? Or how chipmunk-like his voice was? He was so un-manly. Poor guy. He had no idea.

[A.l.e.x.a]

Alexa looked back down at her notebook twirling a piece of her blond hair around her finger. In her other hand was the pencil, which she used to sketch in her notebook. Around the equations and small notes she took were drawings of Alazar. Alexa wasn't the best artist, but wasn't the worst either. Her mother is a designer and has her own clothing line, so Alexa did have somewhat of a creative side. She sat there glancing at the clock for what seemed like every 30 seconds until the bell rang.