Zyron's Pov
My ideas were severed like a blade by the piercing call of my name. I glanced up to see our math instructor with arms folded at the front of the classroom, blinking.
I sprang to my feet right away. Certainly, miss.
Say the Fibonacci sequence, she said boldly, her tone allowing no time for doubt.
I inhaled and started; in numbers, it starts as 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 but in the Fibonacci sequence it reads: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 233.
Her face relaxed a little. Excellent, Mr. Ortega. But I want to advise you to stay alert while in my class. No daydreaming or wandering of the mind. Are you clear?
Indeed, Miss. I apologise; I responded before then sat back down.
She gathered her notes. Your homework assignments are available on your student accounts. I am not interested in late submissions. The deadline is the exact time and date you will submit. Got it?
