Turns out Easton is an excellent techer. We spend about three hours in the library and he gives me a rundown of all the topics we've been doing in Algebra, helps me memorize formulas and even recites mnemonics to use in case I forget a particular formula. I think I'm confident enough to ace Algebra come Monday.
More like B-ce it.
''Mel, mum said you should put the clothes in the dryer,'' Sophie yells from downstairs. Saturday equals cleaning day which means Sophie and I slated to do laundry and make sure the house is spotless. We did make a promise to mum.
''No, she didn't. She told you to do it,'' I yell back. ''She literally just told you to do it and you want to pass it on to me.'' Kids.
''You're so annoying, Mel.''
''Right back at you, Sophie.''
Would you have sent Jason and Ryan packing if they showed up at your front door?