It was math class, a spring day. The start of a new quarter. Rowan Adams had her head resting in her hand looking out the window. The droning of the teacher coupled with the sounds of the rain were lulling her to sleep. Rowan hated math class. It was a useless waste of space in her eyes. She knew with what she wanted to do in her life math didn’t play a part of it. Rowan wanted to be a beautician. Making people feel their most beautiful after getting their hair done. A slam came down on her desk making her look up. The teacher, Mrs. Schroedene, was right in front of her desk. A look of annoyance marred her haggard features. Anyone could see that she was overworked and underpaid, which made her a mean math teacher. “Ms. Adams, you need math in order to work in the real world.”“Correction, Mrs. S, I don’t for what I plan to do with my life. All I need is basic math nothing more.”“Oh, ho, ho, is that so? And what do you plan on
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