Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight, I just own the OCs. And probably the plot. Yeah, but nothing else.

A/N: Bolded is voiceover and italics are thoughts.

You'd think after three hundred and eighty six years, I'd finally understand algebra. Hah, no chance there. I'm still in the dumb kids' class. Though don't tell my older brother. He refuses to believe that I'm not a super genius. I think he has issues accepting things.

"Miss Konstantine, would you care to do the next problem on the board?" Mr. Hinkle asked. I sighed and stood up. Great. Not only do I have to be in this retarded class, I have to demonstrate that I'm as retarded as they are. I walked to the front, wondering what blood type my math teacher had. Of course, if I went after him, Josef would get mad. Sometimes older brothers just don't understand a girl's issues. Also, you'd think that since I've been on this earth for so long, my brother would realize that a motorcycle isn't that dangerous of a ride. But noooo. He's all, "It's too dangerous, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Miss Konstantine, if you don't mind?" Mr. Hinkle asked again. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the chalk, scribbling on the board. Then I tossed the chalk down and walked back to my seat. Silence, and then, a laugh. A kid behind me leaned forward and tugged on my reddish brown hair.

"Hey Konstantine, where'd you learn to count?" he jeered. Where can I find out what your blood type is? I thought. Fortunately, the bell rang just then and I leapt up, grabbing my coat and bag.

"Miss Konstantine, can I see you for a second?" called Mr. Hinkle. Everyone "oohed", certain that I was in trouble. I walked over to his desk.

"Yes sir?" I asked in a voice that told him the opposite of what I wanted to do: shoot something. He sighed and massaged his temples.

"Heather, I just don't know what to do. You're just not cut out for this course." He explained. You think I didn't find that out after the first century of trying? "Maybe I should call your brother and suggest a different course." The teacher suggested.

"Good luck with that." I muttered. He gave me a disapproving look. "Mr. Hinkle, I know that I suck at math. I've accepted that. Why can't I just drop the class and take something else?"

"You need three years of math." He reminded me.

"Like I'm going to get it? I'm not." I snapped. "Look, send me back down to Pre-Algebra. See if I care." And then I left. Rude, yes. Disrespectful, yes. The wrong thing to do, most likely. But after almost four centuries of struggling with school, I was sick of it. I grabbed my stuff from my locker and then went out to wait for my ride. I'd taken the bus for a while, but after a month of threatening to either feed on one of the creeps who kept chucking paper balls at me or decapitate myself on the bus windows, Josef realized that it wasn't the best idea and had let me get my own rides. This just got me ridiculed as the Rich Kid. I sighed. Life bites. Trust me, I know. I'm a sixteen year old vampire.

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I got out of the car and walked into the huge house that my brother and I lived in. Josef was upstairs in his office, as usual. The aides and everything were around him, also as usual. I walked in, tossing my backpack onto one of the nice leather couches he keeps in there and plopping down beside it, waiting for the chance to talk to my brother. Fortunately, he saw me and finished up business quickly. I walked over and sat down across from him.

"Mr. Hinkle talked to me again." I informed him.

"Interesting." He said.

"Josef. Brother dear. I am begging you. Get me out of this school!" I pleaded. He stood up and went to pour us a drink.

"We've been over this, Heather."

"I'm going insane!" I argued. He handed me my glass and sat down again.

"You know you have to go to school."

"Even though I've taken algebra for the past 370 years?"

"Yes." He said. "Look, do you want me to look into tutoring?"

"I'll tough it out." I sighed, standing. "Thanks anyway."

"Heather." He said in a tone that meant, I'm trying, OK? I walked over and hugged him.

"I don't think a tutor could be any worse." I replied with a smile. Then, grabbing my stuff, I went upstairs to my room. I flipped on the light and was surprised to see a gift bag on my bed. What the……? My birthday was a week away. Curious as ever, I opened it and was surprised to see the new CD from my favorite band. I pulled it out and a card fell onto my bed. I picked it up and read the familiar script:

Thought you could use an early present. Call it intuition.

-Mick

I smiled and put the disc into my CD player. Yeah, life bites, but sometimes you get used to it.

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