Part 7

* author's note: i shall not elaborate as to what we discussed in Orchard Road as my many nonsensical questions ("do you have to file down your fangs? like rabbits and wild mustang?") will bore you to death. any queries can be directed to my cbox.

okay! so now i know my friend and his family are vampires. oh well. its fun except i can't race them any more. Emmett just leaves me in the dust while the rest let me win. unfair! but other than that im okay with their blood-sucking status.

*a while later at my house....chaos reigns!

"NO! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?! HOW CAN YOU EXILE YOUR OWN DAUGHTER?"

"for heaven's sake Joy! we're only going out for dinner at the hawker centre down the road! we'll "da-bao" something back for you! and what rubbish we're not exiling you!"

"you ARE exiling me. exiling me to the wasteland of Algebra! fine! go then! leave me to rot. you'll regret this when i rule the world."

"bye Joy"

there. my own parents have banished me to the land of Algebra while they chow down on Hokkien Mee. they'll probably be gone a couple of hours because they have to watch my siblings Taekwondo Grading. i guess i should have seen this coming (being left alone). it was so not a good idea to leave my Maths Tuition Homework till the day before tuition.

i stare at the numbers. the more i look at them, the more the terms start toook like chicken scratches. i quickly shake my head. i must not get distracted even before i begin.

10 minutes of work makes me realise this is futile. why would anyone CARE what the square of 4a-6b is?! i lay my head on the table and moaned. then the phone rang. my eyes were still blurred from being pressed against the edge of the table, so when i stumbled out of the room i whacked into the door frame. "!#*?!" i hollered. wincing in pain, i picked up the phone.

"HELLO?!" i snarled, rubbing my swelling forehead.

"J-joy? uhm....are you okaye?" Jasper. of course. he can read emotions.

"oh i am SWELL! my parents abandoned me. im stuck at home with FACTORISATION. i split my skull on the door frame. im having a blast."

"okay. good to know." drat sarcasm flows off him like water on a duck's back. "so....factorisation. need help?"

"what if i say no? Jasper Cullen i know you know that i have a tub of Haagen Daz ice cream and you're just looking for an excuse to have some."

"well if you said No, you don't need help i will know that you are lying. i'll be over in a while"

CLICK. drat he hung up on me! i slammed the phone back into the cradle. then the gate rattled (thats what it does when people try to open it) and Jasper (the dog) started barking like a rabid dog.

i rushed to the window and started laughing. Jasper (the vamp) stood a few feet away from the gate looking shocked, Jasper (the dog) was growling and pawing at the gate. "hello Jasper! i see you've met my dog, Jasper! come in..." i held Jasper by the collar while Jasper (the vamp) raced towards the open door.

"haha! you got here fast! oh don't tell me i know you ran here. you suck, always showing off how fats you are. great now that you're here, the factorisation's ready. lets start so i can be done quicker."

THE END! in the next episode...."Factorisation SUCKS!"