Study Blues

Sunday, 12/08/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

She wasn’t a particularly dumb teenager and bad grades certainly weren’t something she was plagued with. After all, they had worked hard to afford to attend the academy at all, they couldn’t waste it on bad grades. However, Xeremey also was not a genius. Formulas didn’t come easy to her and neither did much of anything else. No, she wasn’t failing, but she was struggling. C’s and B’s colored her report card, with two A’s in Master Symphony and Defense.

Then, there was that F, in Trigonometry, that wretched class.

While she wasn’t particularly worried about getting straight A’s – she wanted to get by and make decent grades – having an F just wasn’t going to do. With midterms coming up soon, if she made some headway on her homework and got a decent grade on the exam… She could make a D, maybe even a low C if she pushed and maybe got some extra credit.

Unlike her, her brother Morgelo was. While also not a genius, he was quite better at academic work. After all, he was majoring in engineering. He kind of had to be good, particularly in math and science, even if he wasn’t much good with history and English. As always, Xeremey had grabbed her math book and was situated on the edge of his bed, leaning against the wall and puzzling over a problem as he sat at his desk, throwing her help in-between doing revisions of some essay.

It was dull work, but she was enjoying herself. Simply hanging out with her brother, she felt very content with herself and the siblings, as they worked through the problems, were more than apt at teasing one another and throwing harmless insults at the other while really just having quite a bit of fun.

“You know,” He commented nonchalantly, “If you stopped insisting on slipping spiders into that one chick’s desk, maybe you’d have more time to pay attention to Professor Wilbur.” Xeremey rolled her eyes,

“Well it certainly spices up the class to hear squeals rather than some dull lecture about X or something.” The creaking of his desk that always seemed to fill the air – he never did stop fidgeting – paused and she grinned, looking up at him and brandishing her pencil toward him, “Besides, you know you liked that recording I got you. It was worth it.”

He rolled his eyes, pushing his papers away from him and swiveling to look at her, elbows rested on his knees and chin in his palms as he raised an eyebrow. “It’d be a bit more worth it if you had recorded the lecture too, so I didn’t have to just repeat it to you.”

Childishly, she stuck her tongue out at him. “We can’t all be math geniuses.”

He rolled his eyes and she shrugged, tapping the book with her eraser, “Besides, I think I’ve totally got it now. The answer is… sixty-three, right?”

There was a snort. “How the hell did you get sixty-three? Where did your variable even go?”

Chucking the pencil at him, Xeremey fell to the side onto his pillow and slammed the book on her face, groaning as she whined. “This is stupid! I’m not even going to use this, why can’t we just call it sixty-three and be good?” The bed gave a little as he sat down, laughing lightly as he gently took to book from her and she sat up to lean her head on his shoulder as he sat the book between them, pointing at the words.

“Look, it’s not that you can’t do the problem itself. It’s just you keep forgetting your fundamentals. PEMDAS and all, you’re getting up your multiplication tables messed up. You go too fast and make simple mistakes that bite you in the butt later on.” Picking up one of the spare pencils that he had ended up half-sitting on, he slowly made a few corrections to her work. An order of operations error.

Watching only slightly, Xeremey huffed again and leaned back. “I know. You just do all the math work and I’ll make sarcastic comments in the background and get recordings of squealing girls. Teamwork.”

He twisted to look at her, raising an eyebrow. She raised one right back at him and for a moment they were in a contest to see who would give in first. Then, at the same time, both siblings snorted and were laughing. Morgelo leaned back against the wall with her.

“I can’t do your math for you, Mey, it’s important. You’ll fail the exam unless you learn it.”

She sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll get it down… it’s just… ugh.”

He raised an arm, wrapping it around her and let her lean against him, patting her arm twice. For a moment, they fell into silence, a comfortable silence where they were just a brother and sister trying to make it in the world.

 

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