A week passes, and on Monday I find myself in English class. "Today we will be starting a new assignment!" Mr. Keevlin announces as he walks into the room, I internally groan, the bell hasn't even rung yet and he's already ruining my day. A chattering goes around the room, people claiming partners, and finishing up last minute conversations about their weekends. I stare at my desk, I don't have any close friends to go to the mall with or hang-out with on the weekends, let alone someone to work on a project with.
The shrill ringing sound says that the ball has officially started. From the front of the class Mr. Keevlin clears his throat in annoyance. "Ahem! As i was saying, this is your final project for the Romeo and Juliet unit, it will be twenty five percent of your grade for this quarter," this snapped people to attention, but not me I already have an A in the class I can afford to zone out occasionally. He continues to drone on about the specific of the assignment, something about a paper, or a PowerPoint or something.
A shadow is looming over my desk, I look up. His tall, lean body, standing there, his shaggy black hair covering those emerald eyes, those eyes are looking down at me, waiting for attention. Blushing I say, "um... can I help you?" in a quiet voice.
"Uh, yeah, you're my partner, for the project,"
I stare at him blankly. Why would he choose me to work with?
"You know, Harper Vincent," he points at me, "and Caspien Vandergill," pointing to himself, "alphabetical order, Were you even listening?"
Blushing, I reply. "Well, kind of, I know we have to do a project..."
He pulls up a chair, sitting in it, leaning backwards on the two back legs. Looking annoyed, "how does that not surprise me," he mutters to himself, but not quiet enough. I manage to hear the words, along with, "do you pay attention to anything?"
I jump up from my chair, nearly causing to fall, "do you have something to say to me?!" I glare " because if you do please say it out loud." Realizing the rest of the class is staring at us, I must have shouted at him.
"Is there a problem, here?" Mr. Keevlin asks, referring to us.
Sitting down, we both mutter "no." The other groups go back to their discussions, leaving us alone.
"Sorry, that I said anything," it almost sounds sincere; I hope he falls out of his chair. "The assignment is to make a presentation, of our choice, on a certain part of the play that is given to us. We have to give our own take on it, our opinion."
"So, what scene do we have?" To tell the truth, I'm really dreading doing this project, but its not the actual assignment, its him. Other than him being nice that first day, he has turned out to be a real asshat.
Grimacing, he responds, "It's just out luck," he smirks, "the balcony scene."
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Divided Self
ParanormalHow can you get away from a danger when it lives inside you? Well, Harper has to find out before it's to late. She is a nobody, but she has an evil soul, that takes advantage of that fact. Will she survive?
