So, here is the third part of the story. a bit short, but I really wanted to stop there, so it will be exciting * ggg * hope you like the part!



"Open your books to page 17, we're learning about the Pythagorean theorem today" The math teacher's words pearled off Robin like drops of water from an umbrella. “So if a² plus b² equals c², a is three and c is five, then how much is b?” Silence. Mister Walters was used to the fact that his students showed little commitment in class, in short, slept. Sighing, he looked over the rows of students in search of a new victim.

Who should he miss today? In the first row sat Cindy, Gin and Lue, who were polishing their nails with great care, two rows behind Jerry and Rod were working on fancy combat robots. There was a muted giggle from the back row. Jimmy sat over his comics. The rest of the class yawned and read the prescribed page, scribbled on the desks, or chatted with their neighbor.

"All small fish," thought the teacher to himself. > Your list of poor math skills is longer than the highway!
“Close Robin, very close!” Grinning, Walters wrote another minus in his book. "Let's see if your next-door neighbor fails as miserably as you! Zera?" He triumphed. After a short, surprised start, Zera began to speak calmly: "Assuming that a is a cathetus, as in Pythagoras' example, and c is the hypotenuse, b is obtained by taking the root of the difference between c² and a².c² = 25, a² = 9, 25-9 = 16. The square root of sixteen is 4. So b is 4 "

Robin dropped his jaw. he had never heard anyone speak like that, at least not a 14-year-old. An old math professor, yes, maybe, but not a young girl! "Well done, Zera!" He heard the voice of the professor from the lectern. His lip twitched appreciatively. "If you have mastered the material as well as your bank neighbor, Mister Flasher," he sneered. "Then you can stare out the window as long as you want! But until then," he closed the class register and gave the boy a mocking grin. “Keep your thoughts in the classroom!” He cleared his throat loudly and turned his attention back to the whole class: “And now, dear class, we will try to find out how Pythagoras discovered this formula in the first place. Do me, or rather you guys , do a favor and be careful, because the subject of Pythagoras comes to the next written repetition, which by the way!/ 6 contributes to your annual grade! "

A murmur went through the class. Chairs were moved, notebooks dug out, and at least for a moment the students resembled a calm and ambitious class. A satisfied smile spread across the teacher's bearded face. > Attentive students, a whole class full of attentive students, I have to be in heaven!
Robin was still overwhelmed by Zera's answer. How could she have answered the question when, like him, she had been staring dreamily and absently out of the window? What had she done differently that she had kept and understood the material perfectly? He had often watched her answer a teacher's question without taking any active part in the material, but it always amazed him.More than ever, he decided that there was something wrong with this girl.

The shrill ringing of the bell made him start up, but it was just right for him. He had to talk to Zera alone, if only for a few minutes. But as if she had guessed his intention, she packed up her things and let herself be carried away by the stream of people who were preparing to leave the room. "Shit!" Muttered Robin. He jumped up and tossed the school bag over his shoulder. He ran to the door, but she had already disappeared into the colorful crowd.

When Robin finally managed to break away from the crowd and get into the schoolyard, Zera was already gone. "Shit!" He cursed and angrily kicked the sand. A gentle breeze blew the grains in his face. Felling wildly as if he were fighting an invisible enemy, he tried to repel the dust. Overpowered by the overwhelming enemy, he sank to the ground, exhausted.

"Why, why?" He sobbed indignantly and hit the sandy ground with his fist. Suddenly he heard a concerned voice behind him: “What's going on?” Startled, he turned around and looked into Sherry's freckled face. "No-nothing," he sniffed, wiping the tears up his sleeve. Sherry walked slowly towards him, the red curls bobbing with every step, the short tartan skirt blowing in the wind. With a soft hand that was dyed dark brown with freckles, she rummaged in her backpack. She stopped in front of Robin, grinned and handed him a handkerchief on which she had placed a band-aid. Her silver braces reflected the sunlight and blinded him.

"What for?" He asked, blinking against the light. "For that!" Replied Sherry, pointing to the floor. "You injured your hand" In fact, a thin, red trail of blood flowed over his knuckles and dripped onto the sandy soil, which was already dark red."Give me your hand!" She ordered gently. Robin obeyed. It was a strange feeling to feel the soft fingers caressing his skin, to feel the gentle pressure of her fingers and to inhale the menthol smell of the paperback. Not uncomfortable, but strange. "Why are you doing this?" He asked softly. A smile spread across her face. "Well, listen, we are in a class, we have to stick together! If someone is injured, it goes without saying that they will be helped, right?", She laughed.

Robin was silent. It wasn't a matter of course for him. He had attended more schools in recent years than his uncle had sheep, and he had a sizeable herd, at least for that part of the country. Nowhere had he been treated like a brother, more like some distantly related cousin who was too dumb to pick flowers. Like someone who walked the world semi-invisibly, some pesky insect that was supposed to be pounded.The girls had found him nice, but the boys just found him repulsive and uncool. Here he felt really comfortable and accepted for the first time; he had liked the school incredibly well from the start.

“So you're the new victim ?!” Sherry's statement made Robin startled. "Victim?" he asked gasping for breath and stared at her. In his mind he already saw a mass murderer running towards him with a dagger. Sherry giggled, pulled the plastic off the pavement with his teeth and spat it into a hedge. Carefully she pressed it onto Robin's wound. She carefully sat down on the curb and pushed the skirt under her bottom with her hands. With the flat of her hand she tapped next to her, indicating that Robin should sit down next to her. Reluctantly, he followed her wish.



what will happen next? who knows? I of course! * common mind *

see you next part, lg tin