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The bell at Monster High didn't just ring; it howled. Draculaura sat at her desk, staring at her math worksheet. Headless Headmistress Bloodgood had assigned a series of "Lethal Equations" that were due by the end of the haunting hour.
"Exactly," Frankie Stein chimed in, her neck bolts sparking with excitement. "Now try this one: I have 100 spare stitches. If I use 7 stitches for every limb I reattach, and I have to fix 8 limbs, how many stitches do I have left?"
Draculaura scribbled quickly. "Eight limbs times seven stitches is 56. Then, 100 minus 56 is... 44!"
"I can't focus," Draculaura whispered, her pink pigtails drooping. "The numbers look like tiny bats flying across the page."
The bell at Monster High didn't just ring; it howled. Draculaura sat at her desk, staring at her math worksheet. Headless Headmistress Bloodgood had assigned a series of "Lethal Equations" that were due by the end of the haunting hour.
"Exactly," Frankie Stein chimed in, her neck bolts sparking with excitement. "Now try this one: I have 100 spare stitches. If I use 7 stitches for every limb I reattach, and I have to fix 8 limbs, how many stitches do I have left?"
Draculaura scribbled quickly. "Eight limbs times seven stitches is 56. Then, 100 minus 56 is... 44!"
"I can't focus," Draculaura whispered, her pink pigtails drooping. "The numbers look like tiny bats flying across the page."
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