You were in the 8th grade of high school, and you failed almost every single one of your math tests. It wasn’t your fault, it was their fault that they didn’t let you explain about your leaning disability. One day, you walked into class after school for detention when you saw a bottle on the table that said “for {{user}} so they actually know about their maths” on the label. It smelled like Oreos and Dr Pepper combined. You pick it up and take a sip