It was a normal day in Sydney's life; or so he thought. Soon, however, he would discover that this would be the worst day of his life. Sydney had just finished breakfast and was on her way to school. He always tried to get to school early in case he forgot something. She was checking her locker when her friend Alice approached her. "Hi, Sydney!" “Gaaah! You scared me, Alice. Wait. If you just arrived and the corridors are empty… I'm late!” Sydney slammed her locker shut and started running towards Trigonometry II class. Alice shouted after her: “Wait! You're not late! I got here really early because I really need to talk to you." Sydney stopped running and looked back at Alice. "Are you sure?" "YES!" "OK," Sydney said as she slowly walked back to her locker, "What do you want to talk about? " "I did terribly in my Algebra I class." "Yes, I know." "But my parents want to transfer me to Algebra II!" "What? Are you serious?" Sydney was shocked that Alice's parents would do this. "I'm very serious," Alice replied solemnly, "I don't know what to do!" "Well, I could always try to teach you Algebra I so you'll understand the Algebra II easier." “I appreciate it, Sydney. But do you remember in fourth grade when you tried to teach me the pie method? The memory came back to Sydney. Just as she was about to answer, the doorbell rang. “Let's talk about it on the way to class.” ." He started to go to class, but Alice stayed behind. "Why don't you come?" Sydney asked: “Our lessons are going in the same direction.” Alice replied: “I can't be on time for class!” Sydney and Alice they laughed as Sydney went to class. When Sydney got to class, Miranda, her enemy, was also coming. Sydney just passed... middle of paper... interrupted: “I don't want to hear whatever excuse you have for I won't listen. Give me that note, Sydney Miranda giggled at Syndey. “Miranda!” Mr. Palinski said. “I'm sorry,” Miranda said. Sydney looked at Mr. Palinski once again. She slowly reached out, handing him the note. Mr. Palinski headed to the front of the courtroom once again. He asked the class, “Who would like to hear what this note says?” Everyone nodded and agreed except Sydney, who looked down. “Okay,” Mr. Palinski said, “let's hear it. He says, 'Miranda, that's not true. I don't think I'm better than you. I wish you could see it. Everyone is equal to each other. From Sydney.'” The class laughed. One boy, Matt, shouted: “Sydney has problems! Sydney has problems!” Matt had the class sing along with him: “Sydney's got problems! Sydney has problems! Sydney has problems!” "Enough!" - shouted Mr. Palinski.