The Mafia's Butterfly (Rewriting)

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Josephina

"I want this to be handed in by the end of the lesson. No excuses or I will automatically give you zero for this part of the project. Am I understood?"

Our poor English teacher has been trying to get the class to actually pay attention to her for once but to no avail because even after threatening to give a zero out to everyone who doesn't hand in, it still made no difference. Ms Kim has repeatedly complained about our class and nothing has been done about it because guess what...it's our last year here anyway.

The school is not the best however I looked passed that most of the time because the fact that I can even sit in this class right now is a goddamn miracle. The school wasn't in the best condition nor did it have good facilities for certain subjects but nonetheless the teachers here tried their hardest to teach us enough for us to pass this year. Let me tell you that 78% of this class which consisted of 28 people were going to fail. Failing is what happens when ya don't do your work.

Sighing I scan the class for my partner who I'll be working with for the project. Well it's not really a project per say but instead a research oral type thing. You pick a theme and you and your partner must research a topic each that relates to the theme and when presenting both topics you'll also be stating the reason why you chose the topic and theme. Pretty simple stuff. 

"Over here!" 

My head turns in the direction of the voice and I stand apparently too quickly for my body's liking because a sharp pain immediately made its way through my left leg. 

Okie noted. Stand up slowly from now on.

As I'm making my way over to my partner classmates are mumbling among themselves about anything and everything besides English or the project we're supposed to be doing. As I'm walking over to him I remember that the other class in my grade will be given this project too and that class is worse than the one I'm in now. Our school isn't that big but it's enough that every grade has two classes in it with about 25-30 people in it. The people here are bloody annoying.

 I shake my head and look over to Noah my partner. 

He sits in his desk with a bunch of books scattered across two desks and an empty seat for me to occupy. He's a quiet person but very opinionated and smart. He's also one of the only students in my grade who doesn't try to get himself involved in someone else's life. 

"Okay so I found these books in the library before this period and thought it could be useful to spark some ideas."He announces as I take my seat beside him while nodding. 

I don't have a single resource in my house to assist me with this project which means spending extra long hours here at the school...resulting in more trouble. 

"Do you maybe have a topic in mind already? I'll honestly be fine with anything." While speaking softly I start to feel a headache come along. Starting to throb in my skull. 

He flips threw a few pages before pointing to something related about diseases and treatments. It looks like something interesting to research and is actually a broad topic. 

"I think that this would be good but what do you think?" He asks while looking at me for the first time since I sat down and watches me nod my head slowly.

"It's a broad topic so we should be able to get it done fairly fast and possibly hand in early." I answer while taking out my notebook and writing down our theme and then proceeding to, for the next hour, write down our topics and bullet points for remembrance later on.