Lunch. Very important. Not so much on Tuesday's. You eat a taco and get sick. I've learned that lesson. Having to go home early. It sucks. But do I really get bored of eating those poisonous taco's on Taco Tuesday? Hell no.
"I'm sorry." Taylor sad placing her tray on the lunch table.
"Why? Wait, what?" I asked taking a bite out of my sandwich.
"You're paired with Niall. That must suck. Mrs. W. put me with Carlos and Luke. The two hotties." She said.
"Whatever. Niall is just being arrogant." I said, getting up and throwing my trash away.
"Why are you eating that taco anyway?" I asked looking at that taco. I now have a different perspective on taco's. They make me gag every time.
"So damn good." She said taking another bite, crunching the taco shell in her mouth. Ew.
"Ah... okay, just don't come crying to me when you're being taken to the ER." I said smiling. Our conversation ended at that. I took my book out and began reading. I wish I could sit here forever and read.
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"Okay class, for this week, you and your partner will be researching your topic, and making a hypothesis. Then we will move into making your board. When we do that, you and your partner must get together and do the project. Together." Mrs. W. said.
I got up and went over to Niall, and sat in the empty seat. Please cooperate with me. Please!
"Did you finish researching?" He asked.
"Um no, were supposed to do that together." I said. "Can you maybe get off your ass so we can work?" I snapped.
"As long as this gets me an A." I swear. I am going to smack. his. face.
We both got a laptop, and sat down again. I opened it up, and searched vibrant colors. All that popped up were colors. Internet, you failed me.
"Okay, Niall, do you think vibrant colors will change how someones acts?" I asked.
"No, everyone knows that." He said.
"Fine." I wrote the question down
Hypothesis: Do you think colors will change someone's mood?
No, because
"Why? Why do you think that?" I asked Niall.
"Because just by looking at a color doesn't change anything. If someone is sad, looking at a sun will only make it worse. If someone is happy, why would you want them to be sad by showing them gray? Like not cool." Oh okay.
Hypothesis: Do you think colors will change someone's mood?
No, because just by looking at a color doesn't change anything. If someone is sad, looking at a sun will only make it worse. If someone is happy, why would you want them to be sad by showing them the color gray?
"See, by working together we can get the work done faster." I said.
"I'm not two." You sure act like one, was what I wanted to say.
"Sorry." But of course being the nice person I am I just had to be nice. "We need to meet at Grand-Smith Library today. After school."
"Hell no. I have people to see, places to go."
"Niall. We need to do our project together!" Why!
"No, okay? We can do it during class."
"You have got to be joking! Why do you have to be such an ass!!" I said.
"Why is this so important? Can't we just do this tomorrow? I mean really! Just because I can't go to a stupid library doesn't mean anything! Tomorrow okay? Jeez." I want to scream! Claw his eye's out!
"Wow.... I honestly can't believe you right now." With that I got up and went to my own desk, pulled out my book and started reading.
Once the bell rang, I grabbed all my stuff and walked out the door, trying to catch up to Matthew.
"Matthew!" I practically yelled. He turned to me, and came this way.
"What, I thought you were mad at me."
"Whatever. Is it possible to change partners? Mine is a total ass."
"Nope, already asked, she said no. Sorry." He said starting to walk away.
"Oh I'm coming to dad's today, when are you going over there?"
I was supposed to go last night, but I've just been caught up in everything.
"I'm not sure, see ya tonight I guess."
We both went our separate ways. Next class: Spanish.
Spanish was boring. We learn the same thing over and over. Today we had to write an essay in spanish about one of the topics written on the board.
If you went back in time what would you change? Was the question I chose.
Being born. Why was I even born? Lame question. I'm starting to act like a depressed Sophomore. But really, I'm a social loser. And nobody thinks I'm the slightest bit pretty.
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When I got home that day, I decided I was just going to chill. Plan out how my day will go tomorrow.
Tuesday was Tofu Tuesday. Not Taco Tuesday. We sit on the couch and rent movies while eating Tofu.
This is my favorite day of the week.
When my mom got back from picking up our food Emma, Matthew, and I were sitting on the couch looking through Netflix.
This would be perfect if dad was here. If only he was.
We ended up watching Mean Girls 2 because the first Mean Girls isn't on Netflix. How weird.
When everyone went to bed, I quietly walked over to my mom who was watching the news in the family room.
"Honey, why are you still up?" She asked.
"I've been thinking."
"About?"
"Well I have to do this science project and we're doing it in pairs of two."
"Who's your partner? What's your project about?" My mom asked.
"My partners a jerk." I plainly said.
"How so?"
"It's just.." I couldn't find the right wording.
"I can't work with someone who has no respect for anyone but them self," I said frustrated, "It's like I don't even exist to him."
"The only way to cooperate with someone, is for them to cooperate with you." My mother said. I don't learn much from my mom, but here is something that I might just have to hold on for a little more.
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