aaliyah pov
time: 2:13 p.m.
date: thursday 1 september 2018
place: school
School is almost over, so I'm walking to my eighth period class which is english language arts. ELA is one of my preferred classes because I feel like it is what I am best at in school. I walk into the classroom and it was pretty much full except for a few seats in the back of the room. So, I naturally chose one of the more isolated seats in the back row to sit.
"As you all know, I am going to assign a group project this year," said Mrs. Turner with the complete absence of emotion expressed in her tone.
That's the way she spoke all the time. Can you blame her though? She has to deal with
prideful rich kids five days out of the week.I always felt bad for her.
Mrs. Turner continues to speak about the group project. I hate those by the way. I feel like I am way more productive working on my own, but this assignment is fifty percent of my grade, so I don't think I have much of a choice. Mrs. Turner's instructions and my thoughts are cut off abruptly when boy comes into the classroom in a commotion.
"I am so sorry Mrs. Turner." said the familiar looking boy.
"Your okay, Mr. Kim. It's not like I was teaching. Go take your seat. " replied Mrs. Turner.
He's from the library. I don't know why I keep forgetting his name. I also don't know why he is walking towards my direction.
"Hello friend" Taehyung says while taking a seat right next to me. Instead of saying hello back like a normal person, I politely mean mug him and give my attention back to Mrs. Turner.
"I will be picking the pairs for each group. And before any of you ask, no you can not change partners or switch with anyone. You are going to be real adults in a few months when you graduate, so you will have to learn to deal with people you do not like. So, with that being said these are the pairs. Jimin and Yoongi, San and Wooyoung, Jiwoo and Felix, .............. Aaliyah and Taehyung, ................"
Almost immediately Taehyung turned to look at me with his boxy smile and said "Isn't this amazing, friend?"
"Just great." I reply stone faced.
"What book do you want to do the report on?" I ask.
"R. I. P. Eliza Hart." he says without a second thought.
I furrowed my eyebrows at him. I was going to say something but he continued speaking.
"So, I think that we should work on the project at my house."
I was okay with this because I did not want him coming to mine. I don't even like my house.
"Okay, I guess that's fine. When do you want to start the report." I asked.
"Does today work for you?" He asked displaying that annoying ass smile.
I hated his smile, but it quickly became my favorite thing in the world.
8 months
29 days
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existence
Fanficex·ist·ence noun :the fact or state of living or having objective reality. trigger warnings!! this book includes mentions of: • self harm