"Daphne!"
Gosh, Daph… concentrate and stop imagining! I grin like a horse looking at Mr. Jenkins' horror face who rolled his eyes. I immediately took the chalk from the box, then wrote something on the green blackboard.
What I did instead of answering questions, was to write a line of sentences that read:
Dear, Math. Sorry, dude. I can't find your x. Just move on from x and find your new mate.
As soon as I turned around and showed off the writing, my classmates burst out laughing. I saw Justin sitting in the corner looking at me with fluctuating eyes that I couldn't read. His lips curved into a small smile while his eyes didn't turn to look at me.
"DAPHNE WESTLAKE!!!" Mr. Jenkins shouted eight octaves as he tilted his head up like the Hulk. I scratched the nape of my neck, rubbing it with the palm of my hand. His face was red as if splashed by glowing lava. He looked at me, growling softly saying, "You're punished."
"I answered honestly," I said innocently. "Gertrude said, a princess should do everything with a conscience. Well, I answered the questions in the book with honesty." I touched my chest and smiled sweetly honey. "Conscience."
Mr. Jenkins took a deep breath. I think… I just raised his blood pressure. He walked over to the wall, then put his forehead there with his hand outstretched to me,
"Get out of this class."
Well, gladly, a teacher with no sense of humor. I walked cheerfully to my bench to pack my things there. Some of my friends looked at me in disbelief at my impudent behavior. Mikaela even opened her mouth wide. And I can guess their minds say like,
"What kind of princess are you, Daphne?"