I opened my algebra book, hiding my smile as Mr. Bryant taught us formulas that I used in my everyday life as an accountant. But I wasn't an asshole about it. I didn't raise my hand like some know-it-all. I answered the questions in my head, mouthing them silently as I quickly jotted down the answers to equations.
The bell rang before I had expected it. "Kenya, can I see you please?" Mr. Bryant was watching me while sitting on the edge of his desk. I peered up at him. I am not going to say that he looked like the Netflix version of Luke Cage because that is just stupid. He looked better.
I stood before his desk, waiting for him to speak and trying not to stare too hard.
"You missed your homework assignment yesterday but I still want you to do it. You need some help with our two-step eq
