RIVER JOSHUA DAVIS
twenty one. third year.
technology fairy. zenith.
"i'm supposed to be happy. i'm supposed to be me. what if I don't fit the mould, that they want me to be? i'm supposed to be happy, yeah. but what if i'm sad?"
“What would you describe yourself as then? I can think of quite a few words.” Josephine questioned with a raise of her eyebrows. “If I were you, I wouldn’t be getting used to it.”
“Intelligent, handsome, wonderful, I could go on,” River said, pretending like he meant each word as his said it. He would never let her know what he really thought about himself. “Oh, I think I’m already used to it.”
“Nice try for assuming I care what you think, why don’t you keep your nose in your own work and leave me be.” Blair bit back, glaring at the other and then back to her own work, trying to hide the fact she was indeed changing her answer.
“I’m just trying to help you out, y’know,” River replied. “Unless you want to hand in the wrong answer.”
“Er, no,” Lottie replied, “You’ve clearly forgotten basic elementary school math because you’ve not followed BODMAS,” she said, pointing out the mistake in his work. “Powers after brackets, Dumbass.”
“Yeah, but you have to duplicate that because it has a variable. You can’t solve in parentheses till you know X,” River replied. “Plus, look at the answer key that we were given, twenty four.”
“Oh no. How ever will I live with myself now.” Hugo commented, his tone bland as he looked at his paper and then back at the other. “There is a reason I didn’t choose to take mathematics as a subject here and this is why- they shouldn’t include it in other topics. It’s not like I’m going to need this in my daily life.”
“You know Math can be used in most things, right? Counting, money, shopping, even sports,” River replied.
“Nobody likes a know it all.” Josephine spoke, trying to stifle the roll of her eyes as he spoke. “What is the right equation, then since you know everything?”
River slid over his paper to Josephine. “Oh Josie, I’m not a know it all,” he teased with a smirk, “I just really like proving you wrong.”
“Okay well now you’ve figured out my deep dark secret– I cannot do math to save my life. Scary really.” A bored and yet teasing tone coming out of Prim’s mouth as she nodded at the other. “So like— we’re talking very very wrong equation aren’t we?”
River nodded at the other. “Yeah, you have to use the other one that we learned earlier in the week, not the one from yesterday.”
River let out a small laugh at the other. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “Nice try, but that is not the answer. The answer is twenty four. You used the wrong equation.”
The world is wrong. You can’t put the past behind you. It’s buried in you; it’s turned your flesh into its own cupboard. Not everything remembered is useful but it all comes from the world to be stored in you.
Citizen: An American Lyric, Claudia Rankine (via decreation)
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