"For your first assignment of the year, each of you will write a short informative paper on one of your classmates, about their life, likes, dislikes, etc. You will each also present this information to the class. I will be assigning partners."
All of the students groaned, for they hated it when teachers chose their partners for them.
"Ms. Sanchez, you will be paired with...Mr. Tudgeman."
They both were very happy, as seen from the large grins on their faces.
"Ms. Saunders, Mr. Craft."
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"And finally, Ms. Mcguire, and Mr. Gordon."
Lizzie smiled on the inside. She was really looking foward to meeting this new guy. He seemed like a very nice person.
The two pulled their desks together.
"Hi, my name is Elizabeth Mcguire, but everbody calls me Lizzie," she told the curly-haired boy (she still did not know his name.)
"David. David Gordon. But everyone calls me Gordo." he replied, as a response to her statment.
The two both sat, nodding their heads for a couple of seconds.
"So, where did you move from?" Lizzie asked.
"Seattle, Washington."
"Moving must stink. Why did you move here anyways?" she asked, trying to keep their conversation going. "Did your dad get a transfer or something?"
"Ummm..no. My dad died. Of cancer. A couple of months ago. My mom wanted a fresh start in a new town," he replied, looking downward at his paper.
"I am so sorry," she said hurridley, embarassed at what she said.
"It's ok. You didn't know."
The two sat in awkward silence for a little bit.
"I have lived in Hillridge my whole life, pretty much. Did you like it better in Seattle?" Lizzie said, hoping to break the silence.
"Yeah, well there is some good to Hillridge. I really miss Seattle, though. I had lived there my whole life. It was all that I knew." he replied, not wanting to insult the town of Hillridge.
Lizzie could tell by the look in his eyes that he did not care for Hillridge very much. It was then, that she decided that David Gordon, or Gordo, needed a friend.
"So, what are you doing after school today?" she asked.
"Probably nothing until five. But then I have to go to my job, at McDonalds," he replied.
"Oh, I was hoping that I could show you around Hillrdige...you know the 'hot teen hangouts," she joked. ""If you look hard enough, there will be something that you like here."
"Maybe this weekend...I'll let you know tomorrow."
"Cool! I promise that it will be fun. Do not worry at all," she exclaimed.
And of course, he was not worried. Lizzie was pretty, and he was going through a tough time in his life right now. This was to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
All of the students groaned, for they hated it when teachers chose their partners for them.
"Ms. Sanchez, you will be paired with...Mr. Tudgeman."
They both were very happy, as seen from the large grins on their faces.
"Ms. Saunders, Mr. Craft."
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"And finally, Ms. Mcguire, and Mr. Gordon."
Lizzie smiled on the inside. She was really looking foward to meeting this new guy. He seemed like a very nice person.
The two pulled their desks together.
"Hi, my name is Elizabeth Mcguire, but everbody calls me Lizzie," she told the curly-haired boy (she still did not know his name.)
"David. David Gordon. But everyone calls me Gordo." he replied, as a response to her statment.
The two both sat, nodding their heads for a couple of seconds.
"So, where did you move from?" Lizzie asked.
"Seattle, Washington."
"Moving must stink. Why did you move here anyways?" she asked, trying to keep their conversation going. "Did your dad get a transfer or something?"
"Ummm..no. My dad died. Of cancer. A couple of months ago. My mom wanted a fresh start in a new town," he replied, looking downward at his paper.
"I am so sorry," she said hurridley, embarassed at what she said.
"It's ok. You didn't know."
The two sat in awkward silence for a little bit.
"I have lived in Hillridge my whole life, pretty much. Did you like it better in Seattle?" Lizzie said, hoping to break the silence.
"Yeah, well there is some good to Hillridge. I really miss Seattle, though. I had lived there my whole life. It was all that I knew." he replied, not wanting to insult the town of Hillridge.
Lizzie could tell by the look in his eyes that he did not care for Hillridge very much. It was then, that she decided that David Gordon, or Gordo, needed a friend.
"So, what are you doing after school today?" she asked.
"Probably nothing until five. But then I have to go to my job, at McDonalds," he replied.
"Oh, I was hoping that I could show you around Hillrdige...you know the 'hot teen hangouts," she joked. ""If you look hard enough, there will be something that you like here."
"Maybe this weekend...I'll let you know tomorrow."
"Cool! I promise that it will be fun. Do not worry at all," she exclaimed.
And of course, he was not worried. Lizzie was pretty, and he was going through a tough time in his life right now. This was to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.