Adaptation: My Adventures in Paris

Days 306-310

Just as we, the Adaptation kids, the newcomers, had reached an all new level of popularity, the last week of school rolled around. I mean, the party was a huge success. Everybody asked me about it on the Monday after the wild weekend. It was kind of disappointing that we didn't have any time left to throw another one.

Everything about this week was depressing. Just like there is a first for everything, there is also a last. And no, that wasn't my actual last history class, but it was the last one that I got to enjoy with my Adaptation class by my side. That was how I felt about pretty much everything on those last few days of school.

The last time Enrique, Jason and I huddled and worried about our English assignment. The last time Tommy asked his infamous questions in class and the last time John responded to them. The last time my friends and I huddled in between classes and discussed any ongoing drama of that moment. Being a weak and people dependent person like me, the sting of the last few days of school is so real.

During this week and the past few weeks before, our science teachers had organized a science fair. My group was a nightmare. It was like I was the star of Me and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Science Fair Partners. It consisted of Adam Around, Liam Mercure, and this one other girl (let's just call her Elsa.) I had not talked to Adam since pretty much January, and any time that we did talk, it was just to say something rude to each other. Liam and I, on the other hand, had been talking a lot more. We sat next to each other a few times in English class and being in the same group, despite the annoying level at which Liam did not do any progressive work at all, was still fun. I'm not sure how much he meant it, but our flirtationship actually got to the point of him calling me hot. If first week of school me had seen that... And after it was revealed that our experiment had actually been rewarded a prize, I gave Liam a high five and told him to have a good summer. And weirdly, he smiled. Point B.

Ironically enough, Ellie got placed into a group with, you guessed it, Jack. But there is (a little) more on that later.

Anyways, the posters were colored and the experiments were handed in, and suddenly, everyone found themselves on Friday. The last day of school.

This day is vague in my mind, probably because the amount of sighs everybody let out clouded my memory. I remember heavily standing up from my desk after the ring of the bell, signifying that French class was over. It was almost like the room went silent for a moment, because everybody realized, that our class, Adaptation, was officially over. But one more person had a say in it.

Our French teacher. When she first started substituting for our other one, we all hated her. She was mean and rude and snapped any time someone asked a question she didn't feel like answering. And although she probably wasn't the best teacher, we all somehow became friends. You see, to learn a language, the most efficient way is to use it. That was why she would let us talk and talk and talk about anything and everything. I mean, we told her about everything, from my obsessions with Logan to Phil and Sophia's relationship. She would constantly make jokes about how Phil was always cheating with Alice. Oh the irony... But anyways. Our French teacher (and friend) shut the door as we were about to leave the room. (Anna had already ran outside but that ending kind of suits the story.) As she wiped the whiteboard, she gave a small speech. She told us all about how great it was to have us as a class. How the annoying portion of having to deal with us was forgiven, because we were all so interesting and diverse and funny and great to talk to, even for her, who was, as a teacher, supposed to hate us. She looked at each and every one of us and smiled and thanked us for an amazing year. And, as if on cue, as if we were in some cute musical, as if we all had the same idea to thank her, and each other, back, for the incredible time well spent together, we all started clapping. In unison. Together, one last time.

As Ellie, Alice, and I stood there, in the middle of the school courtyard, taking everything in one last time before fleeing for summer vacation, a familiar face approached. That's right, the only and only, Logan. He made his way out of the crowd of multiple girls, all very pleased with his presence, and walked over to where we were standing. As I spotted him, I took a few seconds to admire him. This boy had somehow, somewhere along the line, started to mean a lot to me. He shouldn't have. He was, and still is, an ass. He did, and still probably will, disregard me and play never-ending games. And sadly, he was one of my favorite French People.

And if there was anything that I could use to describe our relationship, it would be the last thing he said to me, before turning away and heading back to his adoring fans.

He turned to Ellie and slyly said

"I don't know your name."

To Alice, (they did not like each other in the slightest) he said

"I don't want to know your name."

And then he turned to me, and we were face to face just once more. But instead of the usual, cracking a joke or playing with the tips of my hair, he just said

"I do know your name. Sadly."

Point B.