"... does not eliminate one of the variables. In this case, use the Multiplication Property of Equality to rewrite one or both of the equations so that when the equations are added, one of the ..."
Jon looked up at the clock. Maybe he should have brought the stone with him so that he could wish himself out of this boring class. He turned his attention back to the teacher Mrs. Raiford, possibly one of the most boring teachers in the school. Math wasn't exactly one of the most fun subjects (well, for anyone who wasn't a geek) and Trigonometry was even less fun. But the way the teacher taught the class, Jon almost wanted to end his life.
He looked up at the clock again, then glanced around the room. Some students were taking notes, some students were just staring out the window or looking at the clock (like Jon was), and some students were sleeping. Study hall would be a less boring class. At least there, there was peace and quiet. Not some old lady droning on and on about equations and variables and cosines and tangents. Jon was getting a headache just thinking about it.
"The coefficients of that variable must be additive inverses. Multiply each equation ..."
Just end already! Jon screamed in his head. If there was ever a time for something interesting to happen, it was now. That got him thinking about his wish. And just as he started to wonder when it would kick in, the class bell rang. Finally! he thought. He gathered his things and left the classroom in a hurry.
Laura opened her eyes, then sat bolt upright. What had happened? Did she fall asleep? She glanced over at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. "Ten o'clock? I was asleep for an hour?" This was strange, because she never slept in the middle of the day. She just never took naps.
She tried to remember what she was doing before she fell asleep. She looked around the room and spotted her Bible sitting on the coffee table. She picked it up, thinking that she must have put it down on the table before taking a nap, even though that sort of thing had never happened before. Then she put it back on the bookshelf, where it was usually kept.
As she turned away from the bookshelf, she caught a glimpse of her neighbor's house through her window. She approached the window and got a better look at the white one-floor house. She recalled at how mean she had been to Meagan O'Donnell ever since the woman moved in next door. She began to feel regret that she didn't try to become friends with the woman instead of beating her down. Surely, she should show the woman love, not hate. Obviously, she didn't agree with her "occupation", but Meagan was still a person and maybe if Laura tried to become her friend ... well, perhaps the woman would decide to turn away from her wicked ways and see the light.
She turned away from the window, wondering how she should proceed. Then it occurred to her. She briskly walked to the kitchen. She was going to make cookies. Everyone liked cookies. So Meagan probably did too.
