Unlike the other children, Amethystia was paying the utmost attention to the professor, though she knew what the question was before it was even asked. Actually, she'd known what the entire lesson would be about, and had even done the homework before it had even been assigned. Omniscience came in handy when wooing teachers. Her hand had flicked up before the teacher had even finished writing the problem out on the board.
With one tiny part of her mind, she focused on the classwork, while with another tiny part, she reached out. There was another knowing-girl, sitting three desks over and one desk behind her. She just let her mind brush up against the other girl's. [i]The teacher wants to take a nap, you know. He'd much rather be doing that than trying to get SOME people to pay attention, so make it easy on him, why don't you, and learn what he's trying to teach?[/i] Even as she thought it, she wrote (with her left hand because she's unique like that) on a sheet of pale purple, lavender-scented notebook paper, a message to one of the younger-looking, cuter-looking boys (Simon) at the back of the classroom. Her handwriting was elegant and swirly and looked like it was fresh out of an 18th-century penmanship primer.
[i]Hey there, aren't you a little lonely back there? Why don't you come up and sit with me?[/i] She tore the paper, making a perfect square with no rough edges (With her left hand, while her right hand was still in the air waiting for the professor to call on her.) She folded it into a perfect origami crane, with only one hand, and threw it over her shoulder without looking, knowing it would land right on Simon's desk.
Then, without being asked to, she stood up, straightening to her full height of 3 feet 4 inches, flipping her luscious, knee-length purple-black ringlets in a most flirtatious manner, adjusting the adorable purple geek-frames over her gorgeous purple eyes, smoothing the flirty dark violet full-circle skirt that hung just above her knees, straightening the collar on her pale amethyst shirt and deep violet cardigan. Her looks in order, she sashayed to the front of the room, where the professor had just written out the equation, and picked up the extra piece of chalk, and wrote the answer out. Surely, because the derivative of Ax^n is nAx^n-1, and the second derivative of Ax^n is n(n-1)Ax^n-2, and n=309978387262 in the equation, and a=81934623, the first and second derivatives must be, respectfully, 309978387262*8934623*x^309978387261, and 309978387262*309978387261*8934623*x^309978387260. Just common sense.
The answer written, she placed the spare chalk back exactly where she'd found it, dusted her hands (though it was just a gesture, as the chalk would never actually rub off on her flawless skin!) and walked back to her seat, the heels on her black mary-janes clicking on the floor, her skirt swishing behind her. She took her seat again gracefully, and flashed her sweetest smile at the older purple-eyed girl (Evangeline), who had apparently wanted to provide the answer.