I huff as I take a seat at my desk. Jones finally let us in, about high time, and my glasses are sitting awkwardly on the end of my nose. The sticks on the side, I'm not sure what they're called, aren't even angled properly. The world is a blurred mess and it's all his fault. I think his name is David, he's on the baseball team, I think. I don't know for sure though, I don't actually care. I'm honestly just really annoyed about my glasses being broken. I know I smiled at him and told him it was okay, but really I just didn't want to be a jerk.
Jones calls the class to order, and we go through the motions for a while, warmups, collection of homework. People are talking behind me, I ignore them. I have better things to worry about. Eventually, the class gets quiet as Jones pulls out a hat. We all know what it is; the name hat. Full of names. He picks two and they're paired up for the project. I never have much luck with these kinds of things. My partners never pull their weight, and I'm left to work on my own. Often, I'll sabotage their undone portion, including information that's completely false, screwing up all of the writing. Whatever I can do to make them look as bad as they are.
"As you all know," Jones began, "the final project is fast approaching. We've been studying fantasy and its connections to the real world. Now, based on your knowledge of the genre, you and your partner will write a fantasy story of your own. You will be required to submit a fully formulated plot and the first five chapters of the story by the end of the month."
There was a collective groan. Personally, I loved this class. English in general was great, but fantasy novels are my favorite thing, besides maybe fuzzy objects. Jones begins to call names, two at a time. I sigh. I'm not fond of group work.
"Kevin and Dallia"
Kevin has no brain and Dallia is more numerically inclined.
"Juliana and Jane."
Airheads, enough said.
"Sam and Kate."
They're friends of mine. They'll do well on this project.
"Vi and David."
Crud.

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The Sound of Blue
General FictionBeauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what happens when your eyes no longer work?