Learning, Annoying, and Cold WEX

Learning
A white board full of numbers. It all looked like Greek to me. The soft, block lines of the marker made row after row of numbers and symbols on the bumpy chalkboard. The teacher finally looked down from the whiteboard and spoke in a mentor-like tone, "Do any of you guys know what this is?" He already knew the answer to the question before asking it. The puzzled look on all six of our faces told him we didn't have the slightest clue. "This is the quadratic equation." We still had the puzzled look on our faces, if not more so after that answer. "Here, let me explain..."Our math teacher went on to explain how the quadratic equation was used to solve certain problems. We all sat there; still, quiet, and intent on learning about this new equation. After a thorough explanation of the equation, the puzzled look on our faces evaporated. We took turns going up to the bumpy whiteboard and solving this newfangled math concept. We all watched from the rough, black carpet as our math teacher corrected all of our mistakes. Nobody said anything of the sort, but we all knew each and every one of us was proud that we had mastered this alien formula. I had never really liked math, yet I was intrigued by this concept, I wanted to know more. I wanted to learn. Math was actually....fun.

Annoying
Even through all the clanging of blades, I still heard his high pitched, pre-pubescent voice.
"Gabe, come hook up!"
Calvin was a good sabreist. I liked to practice with him, yet he was one of the most annoying kids I had ever met in my life. I wanted to like him because of his sabre skill, but I couldn't for he was just too annoying. He always came up to me when I was suiting up or doing something in the back. He would stare at me for a few quick seconds and then start babbling away. To his luck, there were people all around the fencing studio, or I would have punched him in the face a long time ago. Not only was he annoying, but he thought that he was the best sabreist that ever lived. He once brought a a fencing book to practice once and started critiquing the way I fenced, even though I always beat him. To his consolation though, he is only 11 years old. But I look back and cannot remember being that annoying 3 years back. I usually yell at him and tell him to go away, but on some occasions I explode at him and told to be less annoying. That is my annoyance, Calvin the sabreist.

Cold
Silence. The spark had gone. Nothing was left between us. But then, there might have been nothing between us at the start. We sat there, not daring to look at each other. We both knew our friendship was over. I personally did not want to let go. Didn't want to let go of her blonde hair, blue eyes, and soft voice. I tried to speak, but then, she was gone. I was...alone. A feeling of emptiness struck me. I was a wolf in a dark, snow covered forest. The usual celerity of the world did not interest me anymore. I sad and thought. How did I mess up one of my best friendships? It was a curious question. One that I did not quite know how the answer to. Suddenly...a whimper. My mind had finally taken in what had just happened. The legs that I stood upon gave out from under me. There was no more chair. Just me, sitting on the floor, crying. A plethora of memories came flooding in. Memories of laughter, of the fine had had together. Then they all went away. And it was only me again. No not me...only a shell of (dare I say it) what was once a person. The world moved at its own pace, leaving me to my own sorrow.
It was at this time when life seems really strange. The way relationships twist and warp with time. The way that a bird flies thousands of miles to escape an inevitable death.