Keep your friends close?

[not_yet_screaming]

Lydia would far rather study at either of their houses than she would at the library, but teaching Allison a little more maths was useful. In this case some not so basic calculus mixed with trig. She wondered if Allison knew just how far beyond honours math she was taking her, but Allison had taken like a duck to water to the math needed to be either a sniper or a spotter for a military sniper. And if she could solve the calculus (and trig) needed to handle drag and wind then all she needed to do was translate problems into ones she could actually solve. It wasn't an approach that would work with everyone - but did with Allison, which was the important part. And she wondered what Allison would say when she showed her the trig sections from a genuine SAT paper; she knew Allison was better than she thought.

But something scratched her arm and she turned; the first thing she saw was a flicker of movement but Allison was sitting oddly. Barely moving, and with a spot of blood on the back of her neck. "Allison?" Her eyes went to one of her few real friends; the flicker of movement was less important.