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AN: Merry Christmas to those that celebrate! Here is a new chapter! Finished on my brand new laptop! :D
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Chapter 3
I walked into the classroom and groaned as I looked at the seating arrangement. The desks were set up in pairs. Well, thank you Stacey and Carmen for making me late. She scoffed as I sat in the desk next to hers.
"Trust me I don't want to sit here anymore than you want me to sit here," I said to her, because it was true, all the other desks were taken when I showed up.
"Whatever, just don't talk to me," Ashley said.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't want to waste my breath on an airhead like you," I responded before Mrs. Swan addressed the class.
"Hello everyone! Welcome to Health class. Take a look around, these are your seats for the rest of the year," she said. Ashley and I groaned at the same time, earning a look from Mrs. Swan.
"Is there a problem girls?" she asked.
"No, I just didn't know these were going to be our assigned seats," Ashley said trying to politely say that she didn't want to sit next to me. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes well, that was the point," Mrs. Swan said as if talking to a small child. I chuckled causing Ashley to glare at me. I stuck my tongue out at her. It might be childish, but I found it funny. I swear I almost saw the corners of her mouth go up before she scowled and looked away, back to Mrs. Swan.
"Well now that that's taken care of, I'm going to assign the first project for the class. This is going to be a yearlong project and at the end of the school year, you will present to the class. This will be the only project I assign, so it will count for a majority of your final grade in my class," she paused.
I rolled my eyes, she's just another teacher trying to scare us with grades into doing her project well. Whatever, its Health class, it's not like I have to actually try.
"You're going to be doing a life partner project. I have half of your names in a bowl and the other half on sticks. I will pick someone from the Popsicle sticks and then they will come and get the name from the bowl. There will be no changes once you pick a partner. Ok, let's start," the class groaned as she talked at the thought of assigned partners.
"Ashley Davies," Ms. Swan said and I heard the screech of Ashley's chair as she pushed it back and stood up to pick a name from the bowl. I watched as Ashley opened the paper and read the name, her face turning from apathetic to disgusted.
"No way," she said going to put back the name but Mrs. Swan stopped her.
"Ms. Davies I do recall saying, no switching," Mrs. Swan reminded.
"B-But…it's a girl," Ashley said, and I snickered. Oh the irony. Ashley Davies, my tormentor of the last year has to now be partnered with a girl, for the entire year to do a partner project. I pity whoever she picked.
"Ms. Davies, let me ask you this. There are couples that are gay in this world right?" Mrs. Swan asked and Ashley nodded defeated, "So I will not discriminate in this class," She looked to the class, "Whoever you pick will be your partner." The class mumbled in agreement.
"Who did you pick?" Mrs. Swan asked and Ashley muttered something in response.
"I'm sorry?"
"Spencer Carlin," Ashley muttered again. Wait, whoa? No, no way. Not gonna happen.
"Umm, no," I spoke up, "I won't work with her."
"Well, it seems like the both of you will fail then if you won't work together. I do not change my policies. You will have to find a way to work out whatever vindictive problem you two have," Mrs. Swan spoke strongly.
"You've got to be kidding me," I heard Ashley mutter as she sat back down.
"It's not like I'm happy either," I shot back to her. She huffed and ignored me starting to doodle in her notebook, with a pink pen. I rolled my eyes, pink, seriously? Let's try to be more stereotypical. And it's not even a practical color for schoolwork.
By the time everyone had picked partners, there was ten minutes left in the period. No one else had bothered arguing after us, most likely realizing the Devil teacher wouldn't change her ways. The were two other same sex couples. Brad, the basketball team's center and Chris, a kid on the honor roll and you could tell neither were too happy about their arrangement but at least they didn't hate each other. Then Lisa and her friend Tina ended up working together, something they didn't mind because they were friends already which would make the project easier for them.
"Ok so you will all have assignments throughout the year the will culminate in a final project. All your grades will be averaged into a final one at the end of the year. Your first project will be a essay on your partners life, due next Friday. Take the chance to get to know your partner, I highly suggest you visit one another's houses, it's always good to know how someone lives and you can incorporate that into your essay. Two pages, typed and double spaced next Friday. It's not an essay, so you have creative oppourtunity on what to write about, but make sure you complete the task. You must talk about your partner's background, maybe favorite memories, vacations et cetera. Talk to me, if you need help," Mrs. Swan said. There were two minutes left in the period and she gave them to us to hang out.
So this won't be hard. I tore a piece of notebook paper out and wrote across it: Ashley Davies is a bitch. The End.
"Want to see my essay?" I asked her and she looked at me with confusion. I handed her the piece of paper and saw her read it as the bell rang. I didn't bother to wait for a response as I breezed out of the classroom.