We've Met Before...

Chapter 1

Cory POV: I had to think of a project for my class and I came up with the perfect one. It should be interesting.

"Okay guys! People from the past!" I said excitingly.

Farkle quickly yelled, "King George III!"

"Not famous people guys. For this project you need to think if someone special that you've met before, and you haven't seen them since you met, at least, not that you know of. Have fun!" I said as the bell rang.

Lucas POV: God I already know who I'm doing this project on. That girl from Texas, that I met at the airport and sat by on the plane. Oh, class us over.

"Hey Riley, Farkle, Maya, library? The school got new computers so we can actually work on stuff now." I said while getting my stuff.

"Sure Lucas, it sounds good." Riley said as she walked to the door, waiting.

We all went to the library, I was sat next to Riley.

"Do you know who you are doing this project about yet?" I asked while logging into the laptop.

"This kid I met at Wal-Mart a few months ago. He played Whip and Nae Nae and was dancing, so I joined in and everyone watched." She said and smiled big.

"Cool, I'm doing this on a girl named Avery. We met back in Texas, and were on the same flight to New York." I told her as I started typing.

"That's awesome Lucas!" She said while watching me type. "Hey, you are a fast typer"

"Thanks Riley" I said and smiled.

Maya POV: Great, I'm stuck sitting by Farkle. I think I'll write this about that guy I met in Texas, named Wes.

As I started typing I asked Farkle, "Did you pick someone to write about yet?"

He quickly answered and said, "I did actually, his name is Tristan and we met at the science fair."

"Cool, Cool, very cool." I said, not really caring and kept typing.

Farkle looked over at my screen and read out loud, "Over the summer I met this guy named we-"

I quickly covered his mouth and said, "This isn't done. You can't read it. So stop. I'll mess you up son."

About an hour later me and Lucas both printed it out and went to printer.

"So Ranger Rick, who'd you write about?" I asked while picking up my paper.

"A girl I met back in Texas, who did you write about?" He asked waiting for page to print.

"I wrote about a boy I met at an airport." I said while standing next to him.

"That's great, Maya." He walked back over to every on else. "Hey I have to get going, see you in class tomorrow." He quickly left.

I am actually very curious to hear Ranger Ricks essay...