Math was my first subject. I hate math, I really do. That wasn't just being being sucky, I have dyslexia. It's causes me to make the easiest mistakes, I hate it, even more because I know I'm never going to use these skills ever again in my life yet I'm still forced through this torture. I got straight F's for a month once, that was fun to explain to my mom.

So I showed up to math, slightly soaked to the point where I was dripping on the floor. I handed the teacher my tardy slip and sat down in an empty seat in the back.

"Thank you Gabriel for showing up to class for once." Ms. Daniels snapped, slapping the yellow slip on her desk.

I glared at her, trying to keep all the curses from ripping out. She smirked, knowing perfectly well that I could do nothing without being absolutely reckless.

Ms. Daniels wasn't married, probably because no man, or woman for that matter could possibly ever find her wretched face beautiful. She wore too much makeup than what was good for you, and all the wrong colors, she looked like a clown most of the time. Her skin was patchy, like it couldn't decide what color it wanted to be. You can forget her heart though, it was made out of stone. There was a rumor she had beaten a kid who talked out once. I always got the feeling she was bitter over her dismal life as a public school math teacher and took it out on the rest of us. This wasn't a very rich school and good teachers were few, so many kids had been transferred and taken out for homeschooling because of it.

As soon as I opened my book I stopped listening to her drawl. I didn't care about fractions, decimals, or integers. I looked at the page and the numbers floated around, plus signs drifted into multiplication and minus signs twisted in greater and lesser symbols. I freaking hate my dyslexia.

Tucker wasn't in this class, of course. It's not like any higher deity would allow me to endure this wretch with a close friend. It was bad because he was the only the only one I had, I sucked at being social, and today wasn't an exception.

Ms. Daniels passed out the tests that I hadn't studied for, and I felt my heart sink as I looked at the complicated stressing problems that would consume me. I was positive I didn't get a single one right.

It rained the whole time during math.

I felt like rain right about now.