Fifth Harmony: High School

The English Assignment

Camila's POV

Ally seemed like such a great person, I was so happy.

'Maybe my first day won't be as horrid as I thought it would be' I thought to myself.

I walked into English with Ally, and all eyes were on us.

"Girls, you're late." The teacher remarked sternly.

"Um, Mr. Cowell..." Ally walked up to him, and she quietly explained our situation to him.

"Alright then, you're both excused." Ally went and took a seat, but Mr. Cowell motioned for me to come to the front of the room. I timidly did so.

"Camila, why don't you introduce yourself to the class?"

Oh great. "Um, my name's Camila Cabello... And, uh... I just moved here from Cuba..."

"Anything else?"

'Well, I'm pretty boring, all I do is watch One Direction videos...' I thought.

The entire class started laughing.

Crap, I said that out loud???

"Alright Camila, you can sit down now."

I took the only available seat, next to a girl with tan skin and light brown hair. She had earbuds in, listening to an old iPod shuffle. Hm. I didn't know we were allowed to listen to music during class.

"Alright everybody welcome back. First day of school huh? Well guess what? You're all getting an assignment!"

We all groaned.

"This project requires partners, so I will be pairing you up." He began to walk around the room. I glanced at Ally with my fingers crossed. But to my despair, she was paired with a guy named Troy.

Eventually, Mr. Cowell came over to my area.

"Dinah, I'm afraid I'll need that from you." He motioned to the tan girl's iPod.

'So that's her name. Dinah.'

Frowning, she gave it to him.

"You and Camila will be working together."

She eyed me warily.

This girl didn't seem too friendly to me.

Dinah's POV

So I was paired with the new girl. Great. I suck at social situations. And my music was gone for the rest of the day. How was I going to survive?!

"You will have to learn a great deal about your partner for this project. At the end of this week, you will have to write a detailed essay about them."

Ugh. That's so stupid. Why are we writing about our own classmates?! Great. I'll just fail like I always do.

"So I suggest you start now."

I turned to face Camila.

"Hi... I'm Camila..." She stuck out her hand.

I smiled on the inside. I took her hand and shook it.

"Dinah Jane. So, you're from Cuba?"

"Yeah."

"Nice. I'm originally from California. We moved here a couple years ago because... stuff... happened." I trailed off. Dang it. I already screwed this up.

Camila smiled. "Well the good thing is you're here now, right?"

Truth was, things weren't good at all. Just slightly better than before. I faked a smile. "Yeah"

She began digging through her stuff to get a notebook. I looked at my one notebook that I was supposed to use for every class.

"Hey, can I borrow a pen?" I asked her.

"Sure."

And then, I began to get to know Camila Cabello.