[b][u]Robert Fallson - Math Class[/u][/b]

His offer to help having gone unnoticed, Robert shrugged and returned to his seat to stare at the paper in front of him. [b]"Wha- What is this? Are those... letters?! Why are there letters? I thought this was Math? Make up your mind, is this Math or English? Ugh, this is horrible,"[/b] the defeatist said as he slumped in his chair. [b]"No. No, this is no time to give up. I will get through this. I shall prevail over this obstacle! I shall-"[/b] Our hero never got to finish that sentence though as the dogfight going on above took its first casualty. Emerald's paper airplane, having been knocked out of the sky by Ebon's, was now on a crash course straight toward Robert's face. [b]"OWW! Why me?!"[/b] he shouted as the tip of the plane hit his right eye head-on, just narrowly avoiding his glasses which rested above his nostrils.

The red-haired teen, his eye now watering from the earlier impact, looked back down to the problem at hand. He was pretty sure that he had seen problems like this before, despite his earlier complaints, but he just couldn't find anything useful in his eighteen year old mind. [b]"Can't I just go back to bed? At least there'd be a whole lot less danger of getting injured. And I still have Practice today! What's-her-name is probably going to rip into me yet again for something that is, I admit, something I deserve to be yelled at for."[/b] Robert let out a sigh. [b]"I'll just do what I know and be done. You can't fault me for trying,"[/b] he said as he began to work on the page in front of him.