I doodled on a piece of paper. World History was so boring. A note
came flying out of nowhere. I looked at Mr. Whitacre, my teacher and then
quickly opened it.
Hey Liz-
I'm so bored! Mr. Whitacre is such a snooze fest. He is so boring. It's kind of sad since he's so young and cute. Well Michelle Whitacre doesn't sound right. Come on Liz! Write back and save me! You can even babble about Chad! Mike Griffith smells even worse then normal. Help!
-Love Michelle
I laughed. Mr. Whitacre was kind of cute in that like 10-years-older almost 30 way. He's only 27 or 28. Michelle thought he was way too boring though. Mike Griffith doesn't seem to grasp the concept of deodorant. He's nice though.
Michelle-
You are so weird! I don't know what to say. Only another 15 minutes if that's any consolation. By the way you are so mean sometimes. Forget Mike's smell. He's pretty nice! Chad and I had a wonderful time last nigh. He's so sweet. Uh oh. Whitacre's coming! Bye!
-Liz
I tossed the note back. "Now I have a partner project for you" Mr. Whitacre said. The class began to buzz with excitement. I looked at Michelle. I saw Miranda look at a cheerleader she hung out with.
"Stop! This is an assigned partner project. You and your partner will get an aspect of world life, like food or clothes. You will compare different cultures with whatever you have like lets use clothes. You will also show how it improved or got worse from the past. You will have to write a report, present it and model that thing. So going with the clothes thing, you could bring in a sample of a piece of clothing from another culture. Part of your grade will be how well you work with your partner. You will have to evaluate your partner at the end of the project." Mr. Whitacre said. Loud groans filled the classroom. Nobody liked assigned partner projects. I turned around and rolled my eyes at Michelle. She opened her mouth and pretended to stick her finger down her throat.
"This bites someone called out. I had to agree. The project was stupid. Assigned partners were stupid. Maybe I'd be with Michelle. I twirled my blonde hair nervously.
"Lets see" Mr. Whitacre said picking up a piece of paper "Ah. Courtney and Kate-food, Claire and Michelle-language, Austin and Larry-food, Ethan and Danny-architecture, Amy H. and Megan-clothes, Miranda and Liz-free time activities" I stopped listening. Miranda and me? We'd barely talked since 9th grade. Did Mr. Whitacre realize how uncomfortable this would be? I looked at Michelle who shrugged her shoulders. I sneaked a peek at Miranda. She seemed to be in shock.
"Can we switch partners?" Claire asked. Thankfully, since we got to high school Claire and Kate didn't tease me as much.
"No. Partners are final" Mr. Whitacre said. I heard Claire whisper to Kate "God he doesn't have to be such an ass about it" Go Claire I thought.
"You now have a few minutes to discuss your topic with your partner" he said. The words I dreaded. People began moving around. I stood up, my jean falling to my hips. I straightened out my black tank top. Slowly I walked towards Miranda.
"Um hi Miranda" I said. Miranda looked at me. Suddenly I wanted Miranda to still be my best friend. The feeling went away quickly. That ache in my heart wasn't familiar. The longing.
"Hi Lizzie. Oops. I mean Liz," she said. She was acting friendly enough.
"So my house? Tomorrow afternoon?" I asked. Miranda nodded. She seemed kind of out of it.
"Miranda are you okay?" I asked. Miranda's eyes met mine. She seemed touched for a moment. Maybe, she thought it was a sign I didn't hate her or something. I didn't hate her. I wasn't jealous of her anymore.
"I'm fine Liz," she said as the bell rang. She took off in a rush. Weird.
Hey Liz-
I'm so bored! Mr. Whitacre is such a snooze fest. He is so boring. It's kind of sad since he's so young and cute. Well Michelle Whitacre doesn't sound right. Come on Liz! Write back and save me! You can even babble about Chad! Mike Griffith smells even worse then normal. Help!
-Love Michelle
I laughed. Mr. Whitacre was kind of cute in that like 10-years-older almost 30 way. He's only 27 or 28. Michelle thought he was way too boring though. Mike Griffith doesn't seem to grasp the concept of deodorant. He's nice though.
Michelle-
You are so weird! I don't know what to say. Only another 15 minutes if that's any consolation. By the way you are so mean sometimes. Forget Mike's smell. He's pretty nice! Chad and I had a wonderful time last nigh. He's so sweet. Uh oh. Whitacre's coming! Bye!
-Liz
I tossed the note back. "Now I have a partner project for you" Mr. Whitacre said. The class began to buzz with excitement. I looked at Michelle. I saw Miranda look at a cheerleader she hung out with.
"Stop! This is an assigned partner project. You and your partner will get an aspect of world life, like food or clothes. You will compare different cultures with whatever you have like lets use clothes. You will also show how it improved or got worse from the past. You will have to write a report, present it and model that thing. So going with the clothes thing, you could bring in a sample of a piece of clothing from another culture. Part of your grade will be how well you work with your partner. You will have to evaluate your partner at the end of the project." Mr. Whitacre said. Loud groans filled the classroom. Nobody liked assigned partner projects. I turned around and rolled my eyes at Michelle. She opened her mouth and pretended to stick her finger down her throat.
"This bites someone called out. I had to agree. The project was stupid. Assigned partners were stupid. Maybe I'd be with Michelle. I twirled my blonde hair nervously.
"Lets see" Mr. Whitacre said picking up a piece of paper "Ah. Courtney and Kate-food, Claire and Michelle-language, Austin and Larry-food, Ethan and Danny-architecture, Amy H. and Megan-clothes, Miranda and Liz-free time activities" I stopped listening. Miranda and me? We'd barely talked since 9th grade. Did Mr. Whitacre realize how uncomfortable this would be? I looked at Michelle who shrugged her shoulders. I sneaked a peek at Miranda. She seemed to be in shock.
"Can we switch partners?" Claire asked. Thankfully, since we got to high school Claire and Kate didn't tease me as much.
"No. Partners are final" Mr. Whitacre said. I heard Claire whisper to Kate "God he doesn't have to be such an ass about it" Go Claire I thought.
"You now have a few minutes to discuss your topic with your partner" he said. The words I dreaded. People began moving around. I stood up, my jean falling to my hips. I straightened out my black tank top. Slowly I walked towards Miranda.
"Um hi Miranda" I said. Miranda looked at me. Suddenly I wanted Miranda to still be my best friend. The feeling went away quickly. That ache in my heart wasn't familiar. The longing.
"Hi Lizzie. Oops. I mean Liz," she said. She was acting friendly enough.
"So my house? Tomorrow afternoon?" I asked. Miranda nodded. She seemed kind of out of it.
"Miranda are you okay?" I asked. Miranda's eyes met mine. She seemed touched for a moment. Maybe, she thought it was a sign I didn't hate her or something. I didn't hate her. I wasn't jealous of her anymore.
"I'm fine Liz," she said as the bell rang. She took off in a rush. Weird.
