11. If Jo can do a job in 4 days that Mia can do in 6 days and Dino can do in 2 days, how long would the job take if Jo, Mia, and Dino worked together to complete it?
A. 0.8 days
B. 1.09 days
C. 1.23 days
D. 1.65 days
E. 1.97 days
She stared blankly at the page before her, her pencil poised over the answers. Her other hand hovered over her calculator, fingers deciding which buttons to press. The girl bit her lip, racking her brains for the formula that would yield to her the correct solution.
Academics were by far the girl's favourite classes. Math, English, the sciences; anything that had textbooks and facts was something she liked. It was simple. There was predictability, and only one right answer. Easy.
It wasn't that she disliked the other classes they had at school; they challenged her, and she liked being stretched to and beyond her limits. It made her feel fulfilled. But she was never top dog in those classes. In the Mafia classes. Negotiation classes, target classes, hand-to-hand classes, weapons classes. All the ones she just wasn't quite ruthless enough for.
She had to face it; there were real elitists who attended her school. Kids of big families, kids of bosses, kids of the inner circle. Ones that would leave school to become the next generation of bosses. You could always tell who was boss material; who were the pure-blooded ones. They stood out in anything that involved leadership or winning or scheming or cheating or...or...the one's who were most popular.
Obviously, the majority of the student body were underlings. The ones with no blood ties, and no hopes of ever becoming a boss. So, they had to suck up to the big guys whilst they could. The Cavallone, Bovino, Millefiore, so on so forth, and of course, the Vongola. Because, hey, if you get in with the future higher ups now, then you're set for life, right?
So, basically, find a crowd, find a future boss; find your life. That was the way it worked at Mafia School.
Tentatively pressing a few buttons on her calculator, the girl tried to work through the sum in her head.
Maybe if she found the mean then…no that wouldn’t work. Maybe it was to do with ratios? She added and subtracted mentally, coming up with an impossible answer.That couldn’t be it either!
Her muscles tensed and she bounced her legs up and down in frustration as she trawled through every ounce of information she had stuffed into her brain in last night’s cramming session and failed to find the single ounce that would actually help her. Dropping her pencil to the table, she closed her eyes and tried to visualise the textbook in front of her.
As she turned the pages in her mind, she began to remember the chapter that contained this question. One more page, one more page. She could almost picture it, she was so close…Just…one…mor-

”I’M AWAKE, I’M AWAKE!”

Setsuna was snapped out of her mental lockdown as a loud thumping sound and the resultant yell resounded throughout the room, the final page of her imaginary textbook ripped out of her mind as the noise yanked her out of her concentration.
Infuriated by the distraction, she, and every other student in the class, turned their heads round to identify the culprit and consequently glare at them. The girl puffed up her cheeks and made a quiet noise of disapproval as the other teens around her began to snigger at the boy at the back of the class with chalk-dust clinging to his hair and the guilty eraser lying helplessly on his desk having rebounded off his head to land in the test he should have been doing.
”Typical…” Setsuna whispered under her breath, turning back around to try and carry on with the surprise math test that had been sprung on them that period.
Of course, it would have had to have been him. Who else would have even dared to fall asleep in Miss Louella’s class, let alone during a test? No-one, that’s who. Most people were too scared to even mumble to one another in the devil-teacher’s classes, let alone pass notes or, god forbid, do something ‘naughty’. But no, he; that lazy, arrogant, smooth-talking, loud-mouthed, always-too-happy-for-his-own-good, whorish, always-has-a-lollipop-in-his-mouth and complete-idiot-whilst-still-managing-to-ace-every-test-standing-on-his-head stupid boy Furio.
Asshat.
The girl had picked the wrong crowd. She'd known from the beginning she wanted to join Vongola. Her parents had been in the family, and so help her god, so would she be. Of course, she'd made this promise to herself before she'd met with Vongola's next boss candidate.
Setsuna might hate him if they weren’t actually friends. To be fair, she did hate him sometimes, when he's in his perverted mood (which, in reality was all the time) and does things such as pulling up her skirt to reveal her panties to the entire class before running off like his heels were on fire and thinking it could all be resolved with his wolfish grin and a little quip about what colour that day’s underwear was.
The girl also hated him when he dicked about in class. Which was far too often for his own, and everyone else’s, including Setsuna's, good. How was she supposed to concentrate when Furio was constantly...well, being Furio? She worked so hard for everything. She studied. She did her homework. She listened in class. She even tried in Target class, even though she hated it and sucked at it even worse than that red-headed guy who said 'Oi' all the time, who she was relatively sure didn't really suck at it, but was just too lazy to try properly, preferring to merely hit things into submission with that goddamn pipe wrench of his.
But, anyway, Setsuna was a good student. A model student. She worked hard, and she did well on tests. She wanted to graduate as the top student in their year, and even though she was pretty close to holding that position, how could she possibly keep it up? With that constant distraction, how in the hell was she supposed to concentrate?
For example, how was she now supposed to even try and comprehend these questions in front of her, when the only thing in her mind was the look of pure bewilderment on Furio's face when he was so rudely awoken by a chalk-board eraser to the head only to realise he was in a classroom supposed to be taking a math test rather than in his no-doubt huge feather bed in that cushy mansion of his?
Sighing, Setsuna began, as she often ended up doing when Furio disrupted a test, making educated guesses on the more difficult questions and taking longer than necessary on the ones she would normally be able to answer without effort.
Tapping her pencil on the paper, Setsuna dared to glance around the class. Having had her concentration ruined, with no hope of possibly getting it back, the girl didn’t waste her time trying to work out the question that she knew she wasn’t going to get right anyway. Meaning she could spare a moment to look around the classroom at her friends.
She saw Shin, Furio’s Bovino friend, with whom he liked to argue with until the cows came home, drawing squiggles all over his paper, clearly having given up before he’d even started. Setsuna liked his monocle. A lot. She liked the way the sun caught the gold plated metal and shone, casting a warm glow on his friendly face. It wasn’t an infatuation thing, God no, it wasn’t like she liked him; it was purely and simply because she had a fascination with his monocle. The girl often wondered to herself if she was a magpie in a previous life.
Seeing a foot appear on the back of Shin’s chair, Setsuna turned her gaze to the seat behind the Bovino’s, which belonged to her, the class princess that no-one actually knew the real name of but for the ever-privileged Furio; King. The beautiful, busty, good at anything mafia, and very popular with the boys, including Furio, King.
The girl watched in amusement as the red-headed girl’s foot lazily kicked at Shin’s chair, causing the boy to turn his head and consequently roll his eye at King, who promptly responded by sticking her tongue out. Setsuna smiled despite herself. It was just such a bizarre scene. Someone like King, who was so popular, even though she wasn’t anywhere high up in the mafia hierarchy, actually consorting with someone like Shin, who for a start was Bovino, one-eyed, bit of a nerd despite being quite sweet but ultimately not popular. Setsuna had to admit, if it wasn’t for Furio, it would never have happened. The Vongola had a knack for bringing people together; all of his friends became each other’s friends, even the ones that wouldn’t be caught dead together if it was any other high school in the world.
It was true; he’d make a good boss one day.
Setsuna laughed inwardly as Shin patted King’s foot affectionately before moving his chair out of its reach. The red-head sighed to herself and went back to the test. Setsuna blinked and jolted out of her thoughts when she caught herself staring longingly at King’s chest, and the white shirt straining over that perfect cleavage. Setsuna breathed out heavily and subconsciously pulled at the collar of her own shirt in some sort of meager, and really very pointless, attempt to make her own less than impressive chest look less…well…flat.
Raking her eyes over the rest of the class, Setsuna finally rested her gaze on him, that boy; Ciro. The girl stared at the back of his head, tracing down his slender neck to his shoulders. Sure, he wasn’t as broad as some of the other guys yet, but Setsuna knew that he’d fill out, and be just as, if not more, manly than the other students in their class; and not to mention, more handsome. The girl watched as he ran a rough hand, scarred from cuts and burns from Home Economics (which was practically where the boy lived, having the desire to be the Head Chef for the best family around; Vongola) through his ultra-pale, almost blue-tinted hair, wishing it was her hand that was running through those silky locks as he had his hands on her-
Setsuna went back to her test.
With only two questions left on her paper, Setsuna jumped at the harsh sound of the bell ringing, signalling the end of that torturous test period. Quickly circling an answer for each of the remaining questions, Setsuna placed her pencil neatly on the table and felt reasonably happy with herself.
“Alright! Lunch time!” Furio's voice soared across the class, the second the bell stopped. “Who's coming into town with m-MF!”
The Vongola teen was abruptly stopped in his speech with a pink rabbit launched directly into his face. The copy of Charlie, Miss Louella's rabbit (the original being sat on the desk with said devil-teacher, and who for some reason was able to make unlimited copies of himself that were as real as him) fell to Furio's desk and disappeared in a puff of pink fur.
“You yell in my class one more time, Vongola boy, and I'll goddamn shoot you!” Miss Louella screeched across the room.
The class fell deadly silent, not even wanting to breath for fear Miss Louella would throw pink rabbits or potentially shoot them as well as the arrogant boy who sat at the back of class. Half of the students watched Miss Louella intently, whilst the others watched Furio with bated breath, waiting for the inevitable comeback.
The Vongola paused for a second, weighing up his options.
“Shoot me where?” he asked slowly, seemingly genuinely.
“A limb. Probably your leg. Maybe it'd stop you putting them on my desks.” Miss Louella snapped back.
Furio grinned, and breathed out in an almost relieved manner. Then he signed his own sentence.
“Oh, well that's okay then, I'd survive tha-”
Furio was stopped as a bullet whizzed past his head to embed itself in the back wall, plaster disintegrated into dust in one swift shot. His grin twitched, frozen to his face as his eyes widened as his latest potential death sailed past him.
“Now get out before I really do shoot you in the leg, you freakin' idiot.”