Konstantin hated that little zero on the page in front of him; it was what he could not explain. How had he gotten a seventy on his English paper? He had worked on it for days, jittery with all the coffee that had been pumping through his blood. His paper on the Scarlet Letter was a seventy…… damn. Putting the C into his backpack he made his way to the physics lab, hoping to get some experiments going.