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Ok, here is my NEW book, For Seriousleh? The Prequel to Individual

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     I sat at my desk staring intently at the problem. My pencil was sitting dormant in my hand as my brain drew a blank. I had forgotten Mrs. Lezlie's lesson on how to solve disjoint problems. All the p's and a's and probabilities of this! WHO CARES??!!?? I sat back in my chair, defeated. I decided to take a break and get some juice. I hopped out of my chair only to fall and stub my toe! Ouwww! I limped down the steps and hoped that the yummy juice would cheer me up. I fling open the fridge door to find that my sister, the "inoccent" Millicent, had drank the last one. I had told her that it was for me since she had already had her share of 12 juice pouches. I'm suprised her bladder hasn't burst up yet. I yell her name and Mom just then decides to yell back," BE QUIET I AM HAVING AN IMPORTANT DISCUSSION WITH YOUR SISTER!!"Figures. Mom is always there for Mill, but when i need her it's, "I'm busy, deal with it yourself" or "Can't you see I'm on the phone? Now SCRAM!" I hate being the middle one. But there is my favorite, lil' baby Tyler. He's too sweet to get mad at, but Millie doesn't know that yet. I call him Ty. He will always be there for me and take my side with him and his missing top teeth...... I wonder if HE had the last juice box...... no he wouldn't have. He was there when I said it was mine. .............. BUT I STILL DON'T HAVE ANY JUICE!! ARRRGH!
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                                                      CHAPTER 2
I trudge upstairs my toe throbbing and my brain still clear of anything mathy. I flinch when I hear Millicent scream," SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!" I bet this talk was about the refferral Millie got because of  punching Samantha Larzon in the nose and calling her "low-life". Ok, this has made me so afraid of High School now. ALL THE DRAMAAH!!!! Anyway, on my way back to my room, I hear that Millie's ordeal has caused Ty to get scared and cry softly. I walk in slowly, knocking on the door ever so slightly. knock knock."Who's there?" "me" "Me who?" " Me loves you!" His little 7-year-old face cracks into a smile."Sissy, what's miwwie doing to make momma so angwy?" "She got in trouble at school and momma isn't happy about it." That's the best sugar-coat I can think of right now." But, but Miwwie's going to be ok, right?" "I think so buddy". I hugged him and went back to my room, rather thirsty.

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I finally asked my dad when he got home if he knew what to do with dumb little disjoint problems. He said that you multiply the Y intercept with the X graphing and then use the Pythagorean Theorem to solve. I said that that didn't sound right but I tried it anyway........ What in the world is a hypotenuse? HUMPH!