EDISON

One morning, I woke up to my mom yelling Edison!! Edison!! get over here and help us, the cab’s waiting outside. How do you think we are going to carry all these suitcases on our own. My mom was doing this to annoy me. She was taking my sister on vacation and she wanted me to see them leave so I could suffer. My sister Caron, grinned smugly when she saw me.

Caron: I hope you’re not jealous. You could have been coming with us if your were doing good as I am in school.

Without meeting her gaze, I said I’m doing well enough at school. My mom jumped in and said you are not good at math. Math proves how smart your are. Unfortunately, you take after your father there but my Caron is just like her mother in every way. Caron turned to may mo giggling and said , I’m so proud of it mommy.

My parents got divorced five years ago. It was my dad who wanted to break up that’s why mom is still mad at him. She bititles my dad every chance she gets. I look so much like my dad and that must be why she doesn’t like me as much as she likes my sister. She turned to me as she was getting into the cab. You have one week. Study as much as you can. I will get you a little quiz when I get back. If I see that you haven’t improved, you can forget about vacations. Everytime Caron and I go away, you’ll will be staying back at home like this. You see everyone gets the life they deserve. When I went back into the house, I could no longer hold my tears back. I started crying. Actually, I didn’t care if I was going with them or not. What really upsets me was the injustice of it all. Yes I am bad at math, I don’t get math no matter how gard I try but I can’t stand my mom treating me like I have lower IQ just because I am bad at math.

The next morning, I woke up early. I found the best math sites on the internet and started studying. Unfortunately, nothing changed. I thought I understood all the topics but afterward no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t solve the problems. Perhaps it would help if I get some tips from a friend who is good at math. I went to see Alice who is one of my besties. I told her everything. You’re so good at math. Do you have any suggestions for me? I am scared I will start believing I’m an idiot soon I said. Alice consoled me. This has nothing to do with intelligence. Some people are naturally inclined towards math while some excel and verbal skills. From what I understand though, you really are in a pickle. I can suggest something but I am scared you will make fun of me. Why would I make fun of you? As you said I am in a pickle so I’m open to any suggestions you make I said encouraging her to go on. Alice said, do you remember the time my brother disappeared two years ago? We were all so worried. A friend of my mom took us to a lady. Don’t laugh but the lady was a witch. What? A witch? Like in the movies. I shouted in surprise. Yes she came from a lineage of French witches, she learned how to cast spell from notes left to her from her great grandmother on a piece of paper. She wrote come back spell and gave it to my mom. My mom read the thing on the pieces of paper for three nights before going to bed and my brother came home after those three day.

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