FIRE IN MY HEART
Once my first math class of the year was done, I dragged myself of the classroom. I checked my schedule. Math tommorow, on Thursday and Friday. The only day I don't have math is Wednesday.
I walked back into the math class, as glum as ever. I sat down at my desk and Lilly by my side. I glanced at the two notes on the desk. The same blocky handwriting said:
No, kill me first please. This is the ultimate crusher of souls. The Earthshaker. The worst type of torture. MATH CLASS! Dun, dun, dun!
I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. So there was this person, who had a same sense of humor as me and hated math class.
I was just about to write back, but I noticed I barely had space. So I ripped out a paper of my notebook and wrote on it:
Very funny. Did you know you're my only distraction in my math class? Not a lot, honestly. Was that offensive? That probably was. Sorry. Are you ok with the title "Math Class Entertainer"? Ok anyway, gotta go back to mind-numbing boredom.
I folded the paper and acquired a piece of tape. I taped the paper on the edge of the desk. I hoped the pen pal would see it and reply.
This was pretty fun.
Author Notes: Sorry it's terrible.