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Who Said Creation's a Democracy?

Rain fell softly beyond the window, clinging to the balding autumn trees.  Eva tapped her pencil against the desk, humming as our Calculus teacher handed back tests.  I froze, heart racing as he approached.  He raised his brow: “Callie Parker, excellent work... except for the fact that you integrated instead of derived.”

I went pallid.  “Oh god.  Did I?-”

“Fail?  No.  I gave you half credit on those problems.  The effort was spectacular.  Just be more alert next time.  The AP graders, unlike me, will be relentless.”

I cursed inwardly as he handed me my test with a thin smile.  “C+,” I groaned, slamming my head against the desk.  “I hate math.”

Eva smiled serenely at her A, putting it in her skull covered binder.  “Lo siento, chica.  But it's just one C.”

“In a continent of failed tests.  I

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