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Math test!? Aten mentally whined. Maaath test?

The imp slouched in his chair with a sigh. Math was the one subject he hated above all else. It wasn't that he was bad at it. He just didn't understand the point of it. He felt like he was wasting his time. Sure, adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing were useful tools ... but ... full algebraic equations? That was a bit much. When would he use all these brackets? When would he ever remember that () could be a place holder for 0. It frustrated him.

Despite digging his heels in to the ground, Aten ended up doing fairly well on the test, and nearly aced it ...

Just as she was finishing the last problem, Ellaih heard the scuff of feet against the floor. 'Please, please, please, don't be the teacher,' she desperately wished. 'Please just be someone going to turn in their test.' For a half a second she had hope, but the second he spoke she knew it was futile. He had caught her. Cheeks blazing, she nodded mutely in response to his reprimand. Meekly taking the quiz, she wrote her name at the top and then waited as he went back up to the front of the class before looking it over. Maybe this one would be easier?

Oh, OH. For whatever reason, the second test made a lot more sense than the first one had. Maybe it was the fact that she had now memorized the previous formula or maybe she'd finally understood what the test was actually over. Whatever the cause, Elliah had a much easier time solving the problems on the second paper. Her heart rose from her toes to somewhere in her stomach and she was able to give the teacher a small sheepish smile as she turned it in. She would have to do something to make up for the cheating, she just didn't know what yet.

Oh boy... everyone else's numbers and reasons were really nice... He didn't really have a favorite number, and the one he would've used was taken! Could he reuse it...?

"Um... I like two, too... because two is a good number of people to have a-and there are two people in my family, just me and my dad." He nodded, "also I know my two's times tables...!" There! That was a different reason!

"Eight," Amory said from somewhere near the right wall of the room. She had positioned herself as far away from Ellis as possible after the meltdown he'd had following health class.

"It's a nice shape, like two zeroes, but when you turn it on its side, it's forever." She meant infinity. Her guardian had told her all about infinity.

Emmet actually rather liked math. The rules for math were pretty concrete, straight forward. Follow this rule with those numbers and the answer was very nearly assured, aside from mistakes being made. It was the same reason he liked science. It was easy to understand the rhyme and reason behind things. The question of the day was what number did he like best though, not his favorite subjects. The imp absently scratched the buzzed portion of his hair.

"My favorite would be the number three," he said when it came to his turn. At least, it'll do for now. "I was taught it was quicker and easier to count to larger numbers in groups of numbers, like if I wanted to count to thirty, I would only have to count ten groups of three instead of thirty ones." He could multiply those numbers too. His dad had laid out a few different kinds of beans on the counter at home and had Emmet help count them out. It was just a fun little thing to do to help learn numbers. Plus it worked up a bit of an appetite that the three bean soup for dinner that night fixed right up!

　 Caper's eyes went a bit wide, chewing on his lower lip as the circle began to go around. This was such a weird question! He didn't know the answer to this and it wasn't like numbers were pretty or something. He panicked, the Freshling beside him already speaking. "Uhm," the Geist stalled for a moment. "My favorite number is... four." He blinked a few times almost as if he surprised himself.

"It's... half of eight," Caper offered, looking to Amory. "And I know how to spell it. F-O-U-R." He smiled a little, pleased with himself. "So that's why it's my favorite number." The Geist settled back into his chair, pleased he had come up with an answer.


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"Fifteen is my favourite number." Joselyn nodded xir head, crossing their arms over their chest, squeezing their plushy tightly. "I was born on the fifteenth, so I'm rather fond of that number. I suppose ... that's .... a little selfish of me. And egotistical ... but ... I like it all the same .. " Joselyn's confidence had flooded away from them as quickly as it had rushed in. They sagged their tiny shoulders and peered up at their teacher shyly. It was so odd being in the Academy finally, though Jose felt quite hindered by how late in life they were joining. They felt way older than some of the kids in their class, and looked it too. They just ... had to remind themselves that nobody but them minded.