November 18th
This isn't right
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"I hate to break it to you Peter," Edmund said hesitantly. "But this isn't right."
Peter actually dropped his pencil, staring at his brother. "Please tell me that's some sick joke?" He pleaded.
Edmund slowly shook his head. "I'm afraid not," He murmured. "See, this should be-"
He went on a long tangent about where Peter had gone wrong in his maths homework, and Peter actually felt like crying at this point.
"This is just ridiculous." He grumbled when Edmund was finished. "I may actually give up."
"You can't just hand it nothing." Edmund told him, closing his own homework book.
"How come you can do yours so fast!" Peter complained.
"Mines probably easier than yours considering I'm younger." Edmund said with a shrug. "I can help you with yours if you like?"
"You just explained to me where I went wrong and I did not understand a word of it." Peter muttered. "Whoevers idea it was to make maths this difficult - I hate them."
Edmund chuckled. "I'll break it down," He said, taking Peter's pencil. "Come on, don't give up now."
Peter just rolled his eyes. It wasn't that he wasn't smart, he was smart, but tricky maths had always stumped him. But luckily Edmund seemed to be some sort of maths genius even if he would deny it himself.
Either way, at least he had his little brother to help.
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