Two was sitting outside of the Algebra Playground. The other numbers had been bullying them for not being good at math. They were unhappy, but not mad. More...Upset. But not mad. No, not mad. Two couldn't blame their bullies,(cough coughFOUR) math was an important part of being an Algebralien...They were defective.

They looked down, drawing on the dirt with their finger.

"Mmph..." They sighed.