Turns out Easton is an excellent techer. We spend about three hours in the library and he gives me a rundown of all the topics we've been doing in Algebra, helps me memorize formulas and even recites mnemonics to use in case I forget a particular formula. I think I'm confident enough to ace Algebra come Monday.
More like B-ce it.
''Mel, mum said you should put the clothes in the dryer,'' Sophie yells from downstairs. Saturday equals cleaning day which means Sophie and I slated to do laundry and make sure the house is spotless. We did make a promise to mum.
''No, she didn't. She told you to do it,'' I yell back. ''She literally just told you to do it and you want to pass it on to me.'' Kids.
''You're so annoying, Mel.''
''Right back at you, Sophie.''
