Deathlife looked at the text book and sighed. She had learned this lesson last year and had mastered it. She played with the braclet on her wrist, cominplating fastwarding. The students around her were all a year younger, that is what you get for failing your classes... but that was the thing she hadn't failed. Her teachers knew that she was the top in all of her clases. Now of them were sure why she failed the finals. To be true, she was not sure herself. All she knew now was that this lesson was boring and the younger class was annoying.