Who: Justin and Open When: Night before the Math exam Where: Rec room What: It's late at night and Justin's trying hard to cram in more Math into his head.
It just wasn't working. Justin tapped his pen against the table listlessly as he stared at his math textbook. Numbers and letters and lines and symbols...it just didn't add up. And yes, he also knew that that was a bad pun. He wished he was more like Charlie, who had attempted to teach him a few things before going up to his own room to sleep. The other boy could make the numbers jump for him and for a while, Justin thought that he had gotten the hang of it.
Only he didn't. He groaned and slumped foward, burying his face into the pages of his math text book and then feeling as if he wouldn't mind if it snapped closed suddenly and ate his head. Justin knew that he should just go to bed...but that was out of the question. He didn't get it. It wasn't working. So no sleep for him.