Ms. Mills gave, in short, strange assignments. You could never bet on what the black-haired woman who should of long been gray would assign, except for that it would be something that everyone would hate. Especially the Monday assignments. They were, without a doubt, the worst.
So whenever one simple worksheet was passed out, many of the students were a bit skeptical about what it would be. Maybe it was an instruction sheet for a large project. Skyan glanced at hers unsurely, and began to read it before it was explained. Basically, it asked for likes, dislikes, favorite movies, and what you would do in a certain situation. Skyan was thankful whenever Ms. Mills began to explain, for the whole thing confused her.
"You will all fill out this sheet as an assignment," she said, "and turn it in to me at the end of class. As you all know, the homecoming game for Deer Park High is this weekend, and the after-game dance is something that most of you are looking foreward to." Skyan sighed and groaned in disgust as a few of the more popular girls began twittering about boys. Ms. Mills held up her hand. "But, girls and guys, you will not be going with your chosen date for the dance. For the football game, that's fine, but for the dance you'll be going with whomever matches your personality interest best. A paper will be due next Monday about the person whom you were paired up with, not about the dance." She smiled at Erin and Skyan, then chuckled softly. "So, if you don't like who you're going with, I suggest that you and your 'date' get together and tell each other about yourselves so that neither of you flunk. I already have a vague idea of whom I'm going to pair, and you'll know by tomorrow."
Skyan pulled out a pen and began to jot down answers, saying the first thing that came to mind. She really couldn't care less if her 'date' was Scott Dowling, the least popular boy in the school, or Matt Skelton, one of the guys that the popular girls had to be twittering about. She just wanted to make sure that she got the paper written and got a good grade on it.
* * *
"What did you think of the assignment?" Erin asked as Skyan slid in to the bus seat yet again. It had gone unspoken between the two, but they were friends. "I just hope that I don't get paired up with some popular guy," she said, shrugging softly. "But it doesn't matter to me. He'll probably dump me for some hot chick."
At that point she made a face so funny that Skyan burst out into a fit of giggles, drawing a few strange looks from some of the other students. "I don't care at all. To be totally honest, none of this is really school-related." A mischevious smile spread across her face. "But I think that Katlin Wheeler will find it rather strange whenever she discovers that she's going to be put down with Matt Hicks."
Erin gaped at Skyan. "Now, how do you know that?" she demanded, and Skyan whipped a piece of lined paper out of her pocket, waving it around in front of Erin's face. "Oh, how did you get the list? And besides, isn't Ms. Mills going to notice?"
Skyan made a fake sigh at Erin. "Child, child, one must learn to use one's powers of replication!" she replied, unfolding the paper. "Whenever I went up to turn my questionaire in, I slipped it off of her desk, copied it down, and then returned it when I went up to get a kleenex. Now, let's see who you're paired up with... Or going to be. You know perfectly well, as I do, that she already has everyone's date planned and we're only filling out that sheet as her excuse to keep some people from getting mad."
Erin nodded seriously, but snatched the paper out of Skyan's hand before the girl could react. "Now, let's see, you're with Matt Skelton," she said, and Skyan laughed even louder. To think that she was paired up with someone whom she'd been thinking about being paired up with and not caring. "Let's see, I'm with..." She hesitated for a moment, a smile growing on her face. "I'm with Eric Sullivan," Erin announced skeptically, then burst out laughing, wiping a tear from her eye. "He's going to love this, isn't he?" she chuckled, and started laughing again.
Skyan, for one, couldn't see what was so funny about it all. "Uh, Erin?" she asked rhetorically, and found herself starting to giggle along with the younger girl. "Oh, and you know that Matt Skelton is going to be pleased, too," she added in a mock-serious tone, grinning at Erin. Then she suddenly remembered that she was supposed to tell her something, but she couldn't remember what.
"What's the matter?" Erin asked, still giggling, and Skyan shook her head quickly, as though trying to clear something out of her memory. "Are you okay?"
Skyan nodded unsurely. "Yeah, I think so, there was something that I was supposed to tell you, but I can't remember what now." She shrugged.
"Hey, if it was that important, then you would of remembered it," Erin assured her. "So don't worry, you'll remember it soon enough."
So whenever one simple worksheet was passed out, many of the students were a bit skeptical about what it would be. Maybe it was an instruction sheet for a large project. Skyan glanced at hers unsurely, and began to read it before it was explained. Basically, it asked for likes, dislikes, favorite movies, and what you would do in a certain situation. Skyan was thankful whenever Ms. Mills began to explain, for the whole thing confused her.
"You will all fill out this sheet as an assignment," she said, "and turn it in to me at the end of class. As you all know, the homecoming game for Deer Park High is this weekend, and the after-game dance is something that most of you are looking foreward to." Skyan sighed and groaned in disgust as a few of the more popular girls began twittering about boys. Ms. Mills held up her hand. "But, girls and guys, you will not be going with your chosen date for the dance. For the football game, that's fine, but for the dance you'll be going with whomever matches your personality interest best. A paper will be due next Monday about the person whom you were paired up with, not about the dance." She smiled at Erin and Skyan, then chuckled softly. "So, if you don't like who you're going with, I suggest that you and your 'date' get together and tell each other about yourselves so that neither of you flunk. I already have a vague idea of whom I'm going to pair, and you'll know by tomorrow."
Skyan pulled out a pen and began to jot down answers, saying the first thing that came to mind. She really couldn't care less if her 'date' was Scott Dowling, the least popular boy in the school, or Matt Skelton, one of the guys that the popular girls had to be twittering about. She just wanted to make sure that she got the paper written and got a good grade on it.
* * *
"What did you think of the assignment?" Erin asked as Skyan slid in to the bus seat yet again. It had gone unspoken between the two, but they were friends. "I just hope that I don't get paired up with some popular guy," she said, shrugging softly. "But it doesn't matter to me. He'll probably dump me for some hot chick."
At that point she made a face so funny that Skyan burst out into a fit of giggles, drawing a few strange looks from some of the other students. "I don't care at all. To be totally honest, none of this is really school-related." A mischevious smile spread across her face. "But I think that Katlin Wheeler will find it rather strange whenever she discovers that she's going to be put down with Matt Hicks."
Erin gaped at Skyan. "Now, how do you know that?" she demanded, and Skyan whipped a piece of lined paper out of her pocket, waving it around in front of Erin's face. "Oh, how did you get the list? And besides, isn't Ms. Mills going to notice?"
Skyan made a fake sigh at Erin. "Child, child, one must learn to use one's powers of replication!" she replied, unfolding the paper. "Whenever I went up to turn my questionaire in, I slipped it off of her desk, copied it down, and then returned it when I went up to get a kleenex. Now, let's see who you're paired up with... Or going to be. You know perfectly well, as I do, that she already has everyone's date planned and we're only filling out that sheet as her excuse to keep some people from getting mad."
Erin nodded seriously, but snatched the paper out of Skyan's hand before the girl could react. "Now, let's see, you're with Matt Skelton," she said, and Skyan laughed even louder. To think that she was paired up with someone whom she'd been thinking about being paired up with and not caring. "Let's see, I'm with..." She hesitated for a moment, a smile growing on her face. "I'm with Eric Sullivan," Erin announced skeptically, then burst out laughing, wiping a tear from her eye. "He's going to love this, isn't he?" she chuckled, and started laughing again.
Skyan, for one, couldn't see what was so funny about it all. "Uh, Erin?" she asked rhetorically, and found herself starting to giggle along with the younger girl. "Oh, and you know that Matt Skelton is going to be pleased, too," she added in a mock-serious tone, grinning at Erin. Then she suddenly remembered that she was supposed to tell her something, but she couldn't remember what.
"What's the matter?" Erin asked, still giggling, and Skyan shook her head quickly, as though trying to clear something out of her memory. "Are you okay?"
Skyan nodded unsurely. "Yeah, I think so, there was something that I was supposed to tell you, but I can't remember what now." She shrugged.
"Hey, if it was that important, then you would of remembered it," Erin assured her. "So don't worry, you'll remember it soon enough."
