❝I've met someone that makes me feel seasick
Oh, what a skill to have. Oh, what a skill to have
So many things that make her distinctive,
But they're not mine to have, no they're not mine.❞- KILL THE DIRECTOR, the wombats
BOYS THREW DARTS AT a toy skeleton pinned to the wall as the rest worked on projects or homework, studied, or, in Charlie's case, disturbed those who were studying. Boys were spread throughout the room on couches and at tables, and Caroline found herself next to Cameron, Charlie, and Neil. The Dalton boy tossed a paper ball at someone across the room, and it whizzed past the girl's head, causing her to look up from her paper at the culprit. Charlie tried to act as innocent as possible and shrugged as she glared at him.
Cameron leaned over Neil to help him with the trigonometry homework. "Just replace these numbers here with—for 'x' and 'y'," he explained.
"Of course," Neil exclaimed in realization, but he still looked at the paper with frustration in his eyes. So did Caroline. She had not taken this level of advanced math at her old school, and she focused mainly on English the past summer. So, she had almost no idea what she was supposed to do, but she decided that she would just have to figure it out. That was what she usually did.
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