Chapter 2: Class

RPOV

High school, the bane of my existence. Ok so maybe I am being over dramatic; let's just say that I hated school. I always have. The one place I spent 7 hours a day pretending to be someone I am not. The world sees me as Amazing, popular Rose Hathaway, leader of the perfect life with the perfect star quarterback boyfriend. I am none of those things. Well I am Rose Hathaway, but that's it.

My mom is a workaholic and is never around and my dad took off when I was a baby. I don't even know who he is. I wish I could just find some friends who understand me for me and not for who they want me to be. Not that I am scared to be me because I am not. It's being alone that scares me, that's how I got to be Miss Popular. I went to all kinds of parties my freshmen year and got to know everyone. Now that's all anyone sees me as.

I guess it doesn't help that my mother tries to spoil me as a way to pretend to love me, which is why I am one of the handful of students who have a brand new car. Sure a lot of students have a car, but mine was a brand new black 2013 Nissan Altima. It had surprised everyone that a 17 year old could get brand new car but few knew it was mommy's way of kissing ass.

I was just pulling into the school parking lot when I saw my 'friends' hanging around waiting for me. The gang who consisted of Lissa Dragimor, Eddie Castile, Mason Ashford, my boyfriend Adrian Ivashkov, and Lissa's older brother (who was also on the football team) Andre. Forcing a fake smile onto my face I got out of the car and walked over to them. "Hey guys. What's going on?" I ask as I got over to them. They seemed excited about something but what I didn't know.

"Everyone is talking about it. Camille told me that she heard from Jesse, who heard from Reed, who heard from Avery..." Lissa started gushing but I held up my hand to stop her.

"Just spit it out already Liss. I don't care who heard what from who, all I want to know is what is going on" I told her, laughing when her pale skin took on a light ting of red. Lissa was my best friend since kindergarten and she was the only one who knew me inside and out.

"ya, your right it doesn't matter who it came from. But anyway it seems there is going to be a yearlong project. Some pen pal thing. OH I hope we get to write to people in other countries." Sighing happily, Lissa leaned against the wall, than leaned back up as of remembering she was wearing white.

"A yearlong project? Just great, I don't even do the ones we have in class" Mason said with a sigh as he ran his hands though his longish red hair. Mason was the only guy in our group that was not on some team, he was a 'free spirit' or at least that's what he called it. I just think that he was hiding the fact that he didn't make the football team when he tried out with sarcasm. See, Adrian was the quarterback, Andre was a half back, and Eddie was the full. What those mean I have no idea, just that they are extremely proud of them.

"I couldn't agree with you more Mase" I told him, rolling my eyes when a group of students walked by and bumped into Eddie. "Hey watch it" I told the guy who had bumped him. He was tall, at least 6'5, if not taller. "you would think that being so tall you would see where you are going, but looks like you may need glasses Friend" I added, and you could tell that the guy was getting ready to say something back, but lucky for me the bell rang for class.

After giving the giant one last look I turned and walked with everyone, save Lissa and Andre, to English. Lissa was taking all Senior class's so she was not in this one with us, and Andre was a senior. Once we were clear of the door way, Mason Eddie and I made our way to the back of the class were we always sat.

"so think they are going to spring this pen friend thing on us right away or ease us into it?" one of the girls that sat next to me, Meredith, ask leaning over to me. Mar and I had known each other a while, inside and outside of school since she lived down the street from me and we used to play when we were kids, but since we got into high school we grew apart some.

"I have no idea, Mrs. Petrov is cool so maybe she will wait till the end of class to do it." I told her as I smacked Masons hand. He was trying to reach in my back pocket and pull out the pen I kept there. "Mason, it's the frist week of school and you don't have a pen? Really?" I scolded him playfully as the teacher, Mrs. Petrov walked in. she was an older woman, but she was nice as they come.

"alright everyone settle down. As I am sure you have all heard, we are starting a new project this year, in order to help stop all the bullying and clicks in the school. It is school wide and no one is being left out of it. You are all getting Pen-Pals." She told us as she walked to her desk and sat on the front of it. "your pen pal will be another student, in this school. They will be in another grade though."

"Now, rules. You will write your pal at least once a week, turning in your letters or sending your email by no later than end of day thrusday. You can not know who they are. We are trying to get rid of the 'clicks' in this school and knowing who you are writing may mess that up. You are not aloud to ask who they are nor ask them anything to help figure out who they are." She went on to say as she stood from her desk and grabbed a gold fish bowl from it. Inside were what looked like little papers.

"inside are numbers. You will all pick one and then another class will pick numbers. And the matching numbers will be pals. Since this class is the frist of the day your numbers will have an A after them, and that's how we will tell who is paling with who. For your letters you have two ways you can write. Either the old fashioned way, by hand. Or we will set give you an email account set up for you and your pal to talk on." To my surprise everyone in the class seemed to be excited about this assiment. I knew that I was. A chance to talk to someone and not have to pretend to be something I am not because they don't know who I am? That sounded amazing.

When Mrs. Petrov walked over to my desk and held out the bowl, I dipped my hand in and pulled out a slip of paper 13-A. I smiled when I saw the number, 13 was my lucky number. I had a feeling this was going to turn out to be a good year.

A/N: ok, so I know its kind of short, but it was written in the middle of the night and my brain was slowly dying. Lol anyway so now they have the assignment, what do you think? Would you like to have/had an assignment like that in school? I know for sure I would have. Haha. xD anyway, ya REVIEW! I will love you forever and it will make me update faster! Plus, I need idea's. I have some main plot points but little things are always welcome. I want this to be a story where you find things that you long for in other stories. Lol We Aim to Please. xD (if you can tell me where that is from Ill give you a 'walk in' in the story)

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