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speech is an ordeal

     Walking into speech, I was the third kid there.  I slid random into a seat towards the back of class.  As the bell rang,  the last kid slid into the last seat; next to me.  I ignored whoever it was  keeping my eyes on the front of the room.
      Mr.  Gayle was the teacher. He was an odd guy; he randomly assigned anything he was feeling particularly passionate about.  He was curew fly going to online college to become a university professor.  He walked infront the of his desk now. 
     "Hello,  everyone, " he began. " As you all know,  we recently started our fourth quarter of the school year,  and we've only been doing single person  essays. I've officially decided that during this last quarter,  you will be writing a twenty page essay with someone else! " The class looked among one another nervously.  None of us remotely liked each other.
     Mr. Gayle grinned as we became nervous. "And,  the best thing ka that the people you are currently sitting next to are going to be your teammate for the rest of the quarter.  The topic: you both decide it together. Now go,  and type your ideas to your hearts content.  You all already know the guidelines." He went back to his desk and typed at his own computer.
     I turned to who sat next to me, anticipating the worst.  Obviously, I did the anticipate as mich as I should have. 
     "Sage Evans? " Micbael, that Michael,  pulled his hoodie down. I sat, kind of taken aback that I had to spend the last part of this year with the guy that my brother used to be friends with.
     "Yeah,  hi Michael, " I said slowly,  aveeting my attention to taking out my laptop.  We still had twenty minutes.  Oh lordy. I opened up a word document; I could feel Michael stare at me. I turned to him calmly. "What should we do it on?"
     He sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Hell if I know. Spence said you were pretty smart; do you have any ideas? " I tried not to be pisses off.
     "Yes,  in fact, I do. I'll work my idea, " I said deftly, starting to type. The class period slowly dwindled to the south d of typing. At one point,  Mr. Gayle walked around the room. We were the last table. When he saw me typing and Michael just watching,  he raised an eyebrow.
     "Mr. Evans, " he began. "What are you working on? "
     "Society's problems,  sir," I said,  closing my laptop slightly.  I had already written two pages.  He turned to Michael next.
     "And what about you?" Michael shrugged. Mr.  Gayle rubbed at his eyes.  "This should incorporate participation,  you two. Work on it.  And you,  restart. I saw all the stuff you've don't so far,  but it's yours.  It should be both of yours." With that,  he left. We sat I  silence for a few moments.  We had a couple minutes until class stopped. 
     "Hey, " Michael began,  but the bell rang. I quickly left,  rushing for lunch. I did the want to deal with bull to that much of a degree right now.

A/N---- uhh hi I guess some more shit w Mikey over here is gonna happen next time.  Also if you could tell me which one I terests you more that would be great:  a longer story w Michael or just the og,  just shooting after the Mai  storyline

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