In the next class, we're told to get a partner.
Everybody moves to another desk.
Except her.
I keep staring at her, when I hear someone call my name.
Hey, you're Gavin, right?
Her voice is very nasal and quite annoying.
Yeah. And you are...?
Stacy. Wanna work together? she says, a little to perky.
Oh, I'm good. I've got someone to ask, I apologize, looking back towards the girl I was initially looking at.
Stacy follows my stare.
Robot? Oh, nobody works with her. Ever, she laughs.
Something inside me suddenly switches, and I grow angry towards Stacy.
I brush past her, making sure to hit her arm. (Not too hard though)
Wanna be my partner?
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A/n:
My birthday was yesterday. I guess that's cool.
Happy birthday to anyone who's birthday is today.
-A m e l i a-
