Melody's POV:
Mrs Partridge is standing up front, talking away about Pythagoras Theorem or something equally as uninteresting. I'm not listening. Seriously, how many times do you need to tell me that a2 + b2 = c2 before it sinks in. Let me tell you, at least for me the answer is once. It is always once and yet the teachers still continue to insist on repeating themselves.
I'm not the only one struggling to focus.
Zach keeps stealing my notebook so that he can add to my doodles, weaving an intrinsic pattern across the paper.
He gives me an irritatingly hot grin. I ignore it. I have to ignore it or I might end up liking him and I barely know him.
Mrs Partridge wanders over to us as she speaks. Looking down at my page she frowns, tuts but doesn't comment before walking away. Perhaps I should just be grateful that I haven't had my phone confiscated yet.
With her back to us she says, "everyone in pairs, I want you to answer questions seventeen to twenty five in your text books."