Fame

Three

I ran down the hall as fast as I could trying to make it to class as Nash trailed slowly behind me. I made my way down to my first period and slowly slipped discreetly through the door.

"Ms. Brooks? Is that you?" My teacher, Mr. Anderson, called out to me grabbing a pink detention slip pad from his desk.

"You know how strict we are about tardiness Scarlett. That's a three hour detention after school," He said handing me the pastel pink colored paper.

So now I missed half of my first period class AND had detention on top of it all because of Nash. I soon slid into my desk as Mr. Anderson continued his lesson and the door creeps open once more. Of course, it was Nash. Mr. Anderson hands him a detention slip and he slides into the seat next to mine.

"So what are we learning about today?" He whispers to me as Mr. Anderson's back is turned.

"Umm I'm not sure," I say honestly looking down at my notes. I've always been kind of a poor student so I never really knew what was going on in my classes.

"Well I was-," Nash starts to say to me as Mr. Anderson turns his back.

"Mr. Grier? Ms. Brooks? Do you have something you would like to tell the class?" He questions cutting off Nash, "Since you two seem to be the best of friends today, how about you both pair up for our newest history project?" He then walks over and hands us both a thick instruction booklet on how to do the project correctly, " Now remember, this project is due in three weeks. This is defiantly not a project that you want to slack on so I would recommend that you start right away!" He says to me and Nash as the bell rings. I sigh and sling my backpack over my shoulder.

This has officially been the worst day of my life.