STORY OF MY LIFE

What was life to her? She wasn't sure if it was a reality, she wasn't even sure it was a reality. There was a thin and yet thick line between imagination and reality for her. That line was there for almost everything for her and it always took some willpower to break through to the reality or at least most people's reality.

"Grace !, l called you three time now ". The stern faced teacher called out to Grace. His name was Mr Morris, you could tell that she was trying hard not to betray any inapprioprate emotion specifically cockiness, anger or boredom

"Would you mind answering the  question" He said. Grace hated when teachers did this. They find out you're doing something they don't want you to do and they find a way to make you pay for it even if the action doesn't call for punishment. It's like teachers are always trying to prove karma right.

"Huh, the question ?" Grace asked quizzically trying to quickly figure out something. This was math class, it had to be something on the board. She spotted it on the board and an idea on how to get even crept slowly into her head like the smile on her face.

"Yes, miss Grace, I am getting impatient." Mr Morris who had clearly lost his cool said.

  "Well sir," Grace used the word 'sir' taunghtingly. She is usually not a cocky girl but for once she'd  like to put a teacher in his/her place. After all she wasn't vying for a 'goodie-goodie' reputation .

"You see sir, you clearly want me to answer a question, but clearly I cannot answer the question." She said tugging on the last string of comportment.

" Well sir, my eyes are not exactly the X-ray kind of eyes so therefore I cannot answer the question owing to the fact that..." She was cut off by the already steaming teacher.

"Owing to what fact" He almost shouted.

" You are standing in front of the board , could you kindly move away ?. " She said like a good little girl while her classmates laughed.

"Just take the marker and come solve the question" The teacher said, his voice on edge and expression priceless. She walked over to the the front of the class, she took the marker and exhaled deeply. It was happening again, that thing, that line. She took a deep breath, the answer was obvious now I just need to find it. Grace thought as she wrote.

1/2 bc sin A

1/2 ac sin C

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1/2 ab sin C

"There you have it Mr Morris" She said triumphantly. Grace knew he was going to try and make a comeback but she was banking on something to happen. In 5,4,3,2,...

"You..." Mr Morris  started sharply but the bell cut him off with the other kids scurrying to leave.

"Till next class Mr Morris" She said triumphantly and smiled as she walked out to get to her next class. Success!

A/N: THIS STORY IS ALSO AVAILABLE ON QUOTEV UNDER THE SAME NAME