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Chapter 3: Can I Have a different Lab Partner

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Edward raising his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Cullen," Mr. Banner called.

"Can I have a different Lab Partner?"

"No, any other questions?" Mr. Banner looked around the room again.

I could see Edward raise his hand again. "Can we work on the project individually then?" I heard him asking. His questions were starting to hurt me and I struggled to hold back my tears.

"No," Mr. Banner sighed rubbing his head, "any other questions not from Mr. Cullen." He looked around and seeing that no one raised their hands, walked back to the front of the room and grabbed a pile of papers from his desk. He passed them out and when I got mine, I looked down to see that it was a list of words and that two of them were highlighted. They were "Metaphase" and "Anaphase." When I looked back up, I saw Mr. Banner was halfway to the front of the room.

"Okay class, today we are going to continue taking notes" There was a collective groan from the class. He started writing on the board and I zoned out, copying the notes.

When there was about five minutes left before the end of the period, we stopped copying notes. "Okay, you have about five minutes to talk to your partner and decide when you're going to work on your projects. " Mr. Banner Said.

"I turned to look at Edward and saw that he was glaring at me. We stayed like that for I don't know haw long.

"Ummm" I said, finally breaking the silence between us.

"You can come over my house tomorrow at eleven." He said, his glare never wavering,

The bell rang then and he stood up and left before I could say anything else. I stood up, gabbed my bag and walked to gym.

I went into the locker-room and got changed. I walked out and went to my normal spot. Coach Clapp took roll and told us that we would be playing basketball today. Our teams were assigned and we started playing. It was my team verses Mike Newton's team. We were playing and I was actually doing pretty good until instead of catching the ball it bounced off my hand and smacked into Mike Newton's face.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He assured me. No one tried to pass me the ball after that and by some miracle we won.

After Gym, I went to my locker packed my books and went outside to wait for the bus.

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