Chapter 98: Butterflies

My nerves were rattling me like a chilly day. I held onto my math notes until my thumb smudged the ink. Joe told me to type them up, but I didn't listen. Now I had wrinkled, smudged notes. Today had been a struggle. A real elephant training to use a tricycle type of struggle. This was my first competition as a re-joined member of the mathletes and I was nervous. Somehow, this was more nerve-wracking than the SATs. I barely had any sleep last night and I didn't make my daily pilgrimage to the Coffee Bean this morning. What a sin. I was worried of competing against other mathletes. I was scared I'd be making a fool of myself... the raccoon knows it wouldn't be the first time. I texted Luke: I'm nervous He was in biology, but he texted back immediately: Do you get a trophy if you win? Me: No but you go to the next round My phone buzzed thirty second later. Luke: Table stakes