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"Projects due next week. I've explained the instructions, so here's the fun part. Picking partners." Mr.B took the syllabus and passed them out while a few students chatted amongst themselves about who they were gonna choose as their partner.
Harlem just sat there and read the label on her Orange Juice out of boredom. Weather they could pick partners or not, she wouldn't have anyone to work with.
After passing out papers Mr.B stood at the front of the class. "When I tell you your partner go and bring your belongings and desk to theirs."
Students groaned due to the fact that they couldn't work with their friends. "Jayla Aniston and Keon. Y'all are partners."
The whole class stared in shock. Keon was every girls favorite, so many of them had hoped to be paired with him. "Kendall and Dakotah."
"Paiden and Corey M." He called out more names until he made it to Harlems name. "Harlem you'll be with Jamell." Harlem didn't care for him.
Jamell was what you would call a class clown. He was funny, but got distracted easily and didn't seem to care for school. "Yea this my friend! Ain't that right?" Jamell picked up his desk and placed it in front of Harlem's.
She chuckled lightly as she watched him get seated. "Wassup. Why you all quiet? I don't bite well I did in like fourth grade, but thats because that evil fucker stole my Marvel pencil." Jamell began to overshare.
They started on the assignment, but Harlem could tell that this would be another project that she'd be doing on her own.
"Thats a wig? Its nice and it's not stiff like Tori nappy ass bob. Look like Dora off Perc 30's and Heroin." The curious boy admired Harlem's put togetherness.
The bell rang and Jamell somehow bribed her into giving him her number. He was cool, but talks way too much.
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"Hey Yasmine. Where's Jonnai?" Tinka sat at the round and empty lunch table. "Her and Aaliyah went to Chipotle."
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"You wanna go get something or you want school nachos?" Yas tapped on her screen while smiling.
"I think I want McDonalds." Harlem imagined the taste of their fries
