Episode:4

LETS CONTINUE:

Then came the dreaded moment. ☠️

"Alright, class," David announced, his voice booming like a theatrical drumroll, as a small puff of chalk dust swirled dramatically around him like a magician’s smoke bomb. 🎩🪄✨ “Who can tell me the value of x in this equation?”

He gestured grandly at the whiteboard, which now showcased a horrifically convoluted problem—a nightmare of variables and parentheses that looked like algebra had lost its mind and thrown a party no one wanted to attend. 🤯➗🧮

Immediately, a flurry of hands shot into the air like fireworks on Red Bull. 💥💪✋

The eager beavers, the Hermione Grangers, the I-was-born-to-solve-this crowd—all ready to pounce.

Meanwhile, Sarah?

Frozen. Absolutely. Completely. Unmoving. 🧊🙈

Her hand stayed firmly glued to her desk, as if detaching it would release the Kraken. She stared intensely at a random scuff mark on her sneaker like it held the secrets of the universe. 🥲👟

Become invisible. Be the scuff mark. Live as the scuff mark. 🙏✨

But the universe?

The universe was petty. 😈

"Sarah," David’s voice rang out, slicing through the classroom air like a math-powered lightsaber. 🔪📐

“What do you say?”

(⊙_☉；)

Cue: panic mode.

Her head snapped up like it had been yanked by a puppeteer. Her eyes were saucers, her heart doing drum solos on her ribcage. 🥁💓

Every. Single. Eye. In the room turned to her. She felt it—like being trapped in the spotlight at a comedy show she didn’t sign up for. 🎤😳

She stood slowly, like someone rising from the ashes of all her social confidence.

Her mouth opened.

Her brain screamed: SAY SOMETHING SMART. 💡

Nothing came out.

Her throat was dry desert, her tongue made of sandpaper, and the numbers on the board looked like ancient hieroglyphics summoning doom. 🔢💀

“I… I…” she stammered, quieter than a mouse trying to whisper.

“I don’t know.”

BOOM.

The classroom erupted.

Snickers turned into chuckles. Chuckles morphed into laughter. Someone actually wheezed. Someone else might’ve snorted. 🐽😂

Sarah’s face?

Atomic red. 🌋🔥

This is it, she thought. This is how I die. Death by math and humiliation. ☠️📉

David held up a hand, his expression unreadable but definitely too calm. "Quiet down, everyone," he said, his voice now dipped in authority. The laughter fizzled like soda gone flat.

Sarah remained standing there, a statue of embarrassment, wishing she could teleport to Neptune or at least spontaneously combust. (╯_╰)

Eventually, she sank—plummeted—back into her seat, moving with the grace of a dying potato. 🥔💫

She pressed herself into the chair as if the upholstery might open and swallow her.

Worst. First. Day. Ever. 😭📚

The rest of the period?

A total blur.

David kept teaching, his voice now a distant hum like the adults in a Peanuts cartoon. 🌀🎶

Sarah stared at her desk, tracing invisible spirals with a shaking finger, her mind locked in playback mode.

“I… I don’t know.”

The laughter.

The look David gave her.

She swore she caught him glancing at her a few times.

Not pitying, not mocking—just that same half-smile with a side of I-knew-this-was-coming. 😐🔍

Ugh. UGH.

He was too observant. TOO calm. TOO smug.

Then, salvation:

⏰ THE BELL SHRIEKED.

A beautiful, piercing scream of academic mercy. 🎉🔔

“We’ll pick up from here next class,” David said, as if he hadn’t just shattered someone’s dignity on the whiteboard.

He gave one last glance in Sarah’s direction, a look she couldn’t decode but felt deep in her spine.

She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Not until the last soul left the room and the silence returned like an awkward hug.

Then—she bolted. 🏃‍♀️💨

Straight to the bathroom. The sanctuary of shattered students and runny mascara. 🚪💦

She turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face like it was holy.

Relief, temporary but sweet. 🧼🧊

She looked up.

And saw her.

Standing like a magazine ad in front of the mirror, reapplying sparkly lip gloss with surgeon-level precision, was Riya. 💋✨

Riya.

Perfect hair. Perfect posture. Devil in a crop top. 👠😈

The same Riya who had nearly passed out from laughing during Sarah’s algebraic tragedy.

Riya saw Sarah’s reflection and smiled like a cat seeing a cornered mouse.

Her smirk could curdle milk and end world peace. 🧈🧨

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t our little mathlete,” she purred, her voice soaked in sarcasm syrup.

(¬_¬")

“This day has been absolutely divine for me,” she added, tucking a hair behind her ear like a Disney villain who does yoga. 🧘‍♀️💅

“So tell me, Sarah, did you enjoy it as much as I did?” 😏✨

Sarah clenched her jaw.

The comebacks—savage, fiery, brutal comebacks—lined up in her brain like soldiers. ⚔️💬

But they refused to leave her mouth.

Her lips stayed sealed. Her hands balled into fists. Her eyes? On fire. 🔥😡

And Riya?

She thrived on that silence.

She drank it like boba tea. 🧋👑

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