𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 - the mighty ducks

001.

'SCHOOL IS NOT MY THING'

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The chubby male exhaled a sigh of frustration as he pressed a dulled eraser to his paper for the fourth time. "What's a man gotta do?" He mumbled to himself, furrowing his brows. The female next to him pursed her lips together, suppressing the smile that threatened to imprint itself on her freckled face.

Evelyn didn't find her friend struggling to be humorous, but she found his lack of admiration towards academic decline to be.

"Don't worry, Goldberg. we'll figure it out, as we always do." The brunette cooed coaxingly. "That's easy for you to say!" Greg exclaimed, "Everything comes natural to you! And for the record, we nothing! You figure it out and repeat it enough so I can get through the assignment. And then we always end up repeating the whole process!"

Evelyn shook her head, preparing how she would clarify the math problem again so her friend could interpret it. It oppressed the freckled female to see her ─ usually cheerful and comical ─ classmate so grim, and she was determined to flip his frown upside down.

"What am I supposed to do again?" The curly haired boy questioned. "So, you see how there's a number for the three dimensions?" Evelyn asked. "Come again?" Goldberg investigated once more.

Evelyn giggled before tracing her finger along the height of the cube imprinted on the paper. "Like this, what's the number next to this line?" "Thirteen?" Goldberg answered uncertainly. "Good!" Evelyn encouraged, "And this one?" The girl investigated as she gestured toward the length of the shape.

"Five!" The button nosed boy exclaimed, excited he was partially comprehending the math. "Yes! And what about this last one?" Evelyn spoke through a smile, outlining the width.

"Eight. Aw, man! I'm gettin' good at this! call me 'Goldberg the geek'! Actually, don't. I'll stick to being 'Goldberg the Goalie'." Greg proclaimed, extracting a few shy snickers from the female beside him.

"Great! So now that we have those numbers, what do we do with them?" Evelyn asked, gazing at the paling boy. "I.. uh, no inglés?" The two chortled, before the hazel eyed girl broke down the concluding step.

"Next, you multiply all the numbers, and that's all you need to do." Evelyn explained, reaching for the bookbag situated beneath her stool. She placed it on her lap, inspecting the pink sack before reaching in and withdrawing a small, rectangular math tool.

Evelyn slid the calculator across the table to Goldberg, granting him permission to utilize it. Using his stubby fingers, the kid punched in the numbers cited earlier.

"Five hundred twenty! That's the answer!" Goldberg blurted as he seized the writing utensil next to him and scribbled the solution on the paper.

"Don't forget the unit!" The long haired girl reminded. "Huh? Oh, wait! Don't tell me, I know this!" Goldberg replied before pressing his tongue against his upper lip and thinking. His eyes lit up and he quickly scrambled to present his answer.

Evelyn observed the paper where her friend had circled. Five hundred twenty cubic units, she read. Her lips couldn't help but tug upwards. Before she knew it, she had raised her hand to meet Goldberg's in a high five.

"One down, eleven to go!" Evelyn expressed. A sigh left Goldberg's mouth as he began to bang his head on the desk three times consecutively. "Same, Goldie. Same." Evelyn mumbled as she begun operating with the next question.

Not long after she began, she finished. It wasn't complicated for her. Once Goldberg had found it in himself to start, he attempted to work out the problem.

"Is the answer twenty eight?" The brown boy asked hopefully. "I think you added, because the answer is really four hundred thirty two." Evelyn whispered back. "Ugh! School is not my thing!" Goldberg exclaimed as his eraser came in contact with the paper for what seemed to be the hundredth time.

"You were close! Just multiply next time." Evelyn purred, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Six..times four..that's twenty four..times eighteen..thank the lord for calculators, man..four hundred thirty two!" Greg figured, "cubic inches." He concluded, smiling to himself.

"Man, thanks for helping me, Evelyn. you're a miracle worker!" The hazel eyed girl couldn't help but smile at her teammate's comment. She always had a passion for assisting others, especially those she was close to. Mostly because of the aftermath, like the smile currently plastered on goldberg's face.

"How are you two doing?" Goldberg's mom asked, placing two glasses of iced strawberry lemonade on the wood platform the kids had settled at. "Great, mom! I understand it now." Goldberg gleamed.

"Thank you so much for your help, sweetheart. It's very much appreciated," the woman stated, rubbing her hand on evelyn's shoulder, "would you like anything to eat?"

Evelyn weighed her options, having the café's menu practically memorized. "Just a toasted croissant with jam, please." The button nosed girl requested. Goldberg's mom nodded and strolled back to the kitchen.

"Honestly, at the rate i'm going, you won't have to help me for the rest of the week!" Greg exclaimed. "We should mark it on the calendar." evelyn boldly stated, unsure what effect the comment would have.

The girl never really made smart alect remarks, they felt erroneus on her cordial tongue. "Man, times are really changing. i'm smart, you're sarcastic, it's a new day!" Goldberg responded before sipping the juice he was given.

"Well, if you won't need me for the next two days just remember we got a game Friday." Evelyn reminded. "Yeah, yeah. How could I forget? That awful coach of ours has been drilling it into our heads ever since last Monday! We need a new coach, soon." Greg ranted.

Evelyn hummed in response. She was unsure how to feel about the coach. Sure, he wasn't the most inspiring, but not everyone can be perfect all the time. Maybe he had stuff going on at home. The girl believed you should always be kind, because you never know the full story.

But Greg's words seemed to echo in her head. The hockey team wasn't very skilled, but how could they be when he never put in any real effort to coach? We need a new coach, soon.

-.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

ALLIE'S ACCLAMATIONS

hii everyone. this book is a work in progress, and i will be editing often, experimenting with visuals, writing, and formats. thanks so much for reading, don't be a silent reader please! share your thoughts on the storylines :) have a blessed day!