It was a little amusing to hear the other students complaining while the teacher praised me so I sat more comfortably in my chair. I looked over at Penelope who looked like she was about to cry and I smiled internally but my lips ended up saying another thing.
"Why don't you cancel this test, sir, since it wasn't fair for anyone including myself."
There were grumbles of approval from the other students and pleading groans that made me worried about these people.
"What's your name?" he asked and I told him.
He rummaged through the papers that were on his desk and found mine, took a long good look at it and graded it in silence. I heard a boy standing close to me pray that I should fail over and over again but from how the teacher is smiling, I doubt I failed. After he was done he then said,
"But you passed."
Penelope and Riley gasped along with the other members of the class, myself inclusive.
"I passed?" I asked in this belief.
"Yes, you passed so stop complaining. Don't become like these idiots here."
"What was my score?" I asked.
"You got an amazing eighty percent."
"I was just lucky sir please cancel the test."I pleaded with him knowing that I might be beaten up by the people in here if he did not. "Why are you defending them?"
"Because you're the one who tricked them." "Even if I had tricked them there are 20 questions in this test of which 75% they knew I was going to test them on. If they really studied then they should still pass but from what I'm seeing the excess nonsense in this papers is outstanding so I'm not constantly test. Excuse me." he left after saying those words and everyone looked more than deflated.
"Thanks for trying." said the boy who had been praying for me to fail.
"I guess it didn't work."
"I know that." and he walked out of the classroom and many of the other students began to follow so that they could get to the next class. I looked at my schedule and saw that mathematics was next. If mathematics is next and Penelope and Riley were talking about a moth test then that means I'm up for another test as well. I was about to cry thinking about how unlucky I was. I doubt I will pass Math however because my answers have to be exact unless of course the teacher takes into consideration the method and that can boost up my marks.
I followed Penelope and Riley and asked if they were okay,
"Yeah, we're fine."
"It's just not fair." Penelope groaned.
"I'm sorry, I did not mean to pass."
"It's not your fault that you're smart," Riley said, "Just make sure you do not pass so much on the next test."
"I'll try. Besides I don't think I will be as lucky for a second time."
We made our way to the class and sat down and even in here we did not sit close to each other. The teacher, a female, walked in. She was wearing a formal skirt with a very beautiful blouse and some plain beige heels whilst her skirt was black, the blouse was also beige. She looked at me and then narrowed her eyes as if she was trying to remember if she had seen me anywhere before.
"He is new." I heard one of the male students say
"I see. Do you want to take the test?"
"Yes I'll take it." I answered
"Are you confident you will pass because I have a reputation of giving difficult tests so that today you can just observe if you want or you can write and be among the multitudes who fail my class."
"I will write."
"I admire your confidence but it does not work in math." She waited for everyone to pull out an answer sheet and then handed out some question papers. If she took the time to have the questions printed out it must mean it's hard and therefore she knew that it would take time for people to copy the questions and it would also waste time. The test was going to be only for an hour and 30 minutes which meant I had to be fast if I wanted to finish the questions.
The first five questions where the very simple for me but from the sixth question to the fifteenth it was a little bit of a challenge. I nearly cried as I looked at the tenth question not having the slightest idea how to go about it. Then one of the students asked from what topic,
"What topic is question ten from?" The teacher laughed hysterically making the boy roll his eyes at her.
"If you don't know the topic then it's a sure fail, isn't it?"
"It's fine ma'am if you don't want to answer."
The rest of the time it was quiet only hearing silent whimpers from the students. The teacher looked very satisfied with the way the students are responding to the test and when she looked at me her smile widened because I was hitting my head. How can someone be this evil to the points that they just prepare a test to make students cry. I noticed that no one complained after handing in their papers and they just left looking lifeless. When I put my paper in front she said to me,
"I hope you are not regretting participating?"
"No I am not. It was a lovely test." I said and it made her raise her eyebrows in question. I left the room as well and managed to find Penelope and Riley in the zombified crowd that was leaving the class. I did not say anything to them and just walked alongside. We had to split for the next class. They were having literature while I was having music and arts. I cannot sing and I know I'm not an artist but I will give it a try. I was surprised to meet Nixon yet again if this boy can sing then I have to befriend him so that I can learn as well.
"We meet again pretty boy." he said and I could tell he was still angry about what I had said to him earlier.
"It seems so." I said.
Out of nowhere, someone came to push Nixon against the wall.
"Where is my money, lil bro." the boy said.
"I told you...I don't have money." Nixon said in pain because the other boy was digging his nails into Nixon's flesh on his neck.
I do not know why I started moving but soon the other boy was on the ground and when I looked at Nixon his eyes were wide in shock.
"What the hell!" the boy cursed,"Who do you think you are?!"
"I do not like being interrupted when I am speaking to someone." I said and the boy on the ground contorted his face in displeasure. "Do you have a death wish boy?"
"No, do you?"
"Just leave him. Let's go." Nixon said almost pleading and the expression on his face was just pitiful.
"I thought you said you run this school." I said to Nixon and he looked down in embarrassment.
"He said that, did he?" the boy said as he stood up from the ground,"He meant to say his older brother runs the school and I run him as well.
The six boys who had stepped out when Nixon and I had an argument in the morning came into view at that exact moment.
"Are you that weak that you need to call people for help?" I asked and it made him even more furious than he already was.
"Stay out of this guys. I can handle him myself." he told his minions and the six boys left room for him to fight me.
I gave my books to Nixon, who did not miss the chance to say,
"You should just stay out of this. It's none of your business."
"Don't be too proud to ask for help." I said to him and then I calmly walked towards his older brother.
The boy started jumping in one spot as if he was warming up his body for the fight. His first attack was a flamboyant mid-air round kick that he did not finish executing because I caught his leg with both my hands and took advantage of the fact that he was in mid-air to throw him against the wall. He crashed into one of the other boys who had been standing close to the wall and they both fell to the ground groaning. The other five boys who were still standing were shocked and scared so they run away. I turned to look at Nixon who had an expression of awe on his face.
"Is anything wrong?" I asked him and he shook his head,"In that case I have a favor to ask of you." he nodded his head, still speechless so I continued,"Can you teach me some of the things I've missed?"
"S-sure." he said and I smiled that him and then took my books back.
I waited for him to lead the way inside but he remained still. I looked at the door that had a small window that could allow someone to see in or out. It was swarming with heads of people who had no doubt witnessed the little fight. When Nixon opened the door, the students did not scatter and they looked at me, some in fear and others in admiration. We made our way to the back of the class and sat down.
"What are you brats doing standing here?" a male asked and I can tell from the way he's dressed that he's the teacher,"And who finally stood up to Bridger?"
He sounded proud at the end. The students could not form words in their mouths and just pointed at me. I smiled at the teacher when his eyes fell on me and he gave me a little round of applause that the students joined, including Nixon. I believe I have made another friend.