Never with Me Book 1

"As you all know, Probability is a field of Mathematics that deals with chance."

I stopped focusing on the front when my head started hurting like hell. My vision began to blur. I grabbed my head because of the intense pain.

"Can someone tell me what are the basic concepts of Probability?" Ms. Nones asked.

"Mr. Gaizer? Could you?"

Even though I wasn't in a good condition to answer the question, I still forced myself to stand up. I cleared my throat and focused all my attention on the professor who was now waiting for my answer.

All eyes of my classmates were now on me. I leaned my hand on the chair in front of me to keep from falling.

"The basic concepts of Probability are Experiment, Outcome, Event, and Sample Space. I can give their definitions if that's what you want me to do, Miss."

I answered my Professor's question without hesitation.

She slowly smiled, that kind of smile that villains do, "I want you to give their full definitions, Mr. Gaizer."

I swallowed because my feeling of unease intensified. I could give their definitions effortlessly, but I wasn't in a good condition to speak further.

I was about to answer the question when I felt myself slowly losing my grip. The pain in my head was unbearable, and I almost fainted. I bent down so they wouldn't see my pale face.

"I. . . I need to e-excuse myself, Miss." I managed to say.

I ran out of the classroom and went straight to the restroom. I was so dizzy that I didn't realize I was already inside the cubicle. I sat there, waiting for my head to stop hurting.

Maybe I studied too hard last night. From time to time, my head would ache, but I could usually endure it. This was the first time it hurt so badly.

I hadn't seen a doctor yet because I thought I was just tired from studying. I have this attitude where I want to do things perfectly. As an academic achiever, I have a fear that I might disappoint the people around me, including myself, of course. It's the high expectations I set for myself. I want to accomplish more, and to do that, I need to exhaust myself from studying all night.

I exhaled sharply as my feeling of unease subsided slightly. With the support of the walls around me, I managed to stand.

I slowly walked towards the washing area and splashed water on my face. I looked at the mirror in front of me.

For some reason, I felt sorry for myself. Dark circles were visible around my eyes. My lips were pale, and my hair was messy and overgrown. Seriously, I looked like a ghost.