"Hey, Annie," the tall redhead Connie greeted as she came over to Sabine's desk, where Annie was having a conversation with the bespectacled girl, "What do you say you, me and Sabine go out this weekend and catch a movie?"
"I can't," Annie replied, "I have a lot of studying to do."
Connie threw her hands up. "It's the beginning of the semester! What's there to study?" she asked.
Annie looked down at her Maths paper on the desk, which had a big red D at the corner. "Everything, it seems."
"Ah, whatever," Connie sighed with a dismissive wave of her hand. She wandered away in search of a more interesting conversation, likely one that did not involve schoolwork.
Sabine picked up Annie's Maths paper and scanned through it quickly. She shook her head. "You are a mess."
"Thanks," Annie said dryly, "Oh yeah, congratulations on getting an A for Maths."
"Thank you," Sabine accepted the compliment modestly.
"So can you help me?"
"You're a mess," Sabine repeated, "We already know you're weak with algebra. We'll have to cover everything. Umm... say, Annie, what's eight times seven?"
"Fifty-four."
Sabine glanced sharply at Annie.
"Oh, sorry, fifty-six," Annie corrected herself before Sabine passed out from holding her breath. Her friend would probably abandon her to the demons of Maths if Annie did not even know the multiplication table. In fact, Annie should probably give up if that was the case.
Sabine adjusted her spectacles. "This is going to take a lot of time."
"I expected that much." Annie sighed. "Maybe you should come to my house this Friday after school."
"No, I can't possibly impose on you."
"Please," Annie pleaded, "It won't be any trouble. You'll be helping me a lot."
Sabine thought for a moment. "All right," she agreed finally.
"Thank you, thank you very much." Annie squeezed Sabine's hand in gratitude.
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