The Good Ones

Summer School: Day 1 - pt.2

A/n: sorry for the wait, one part of this chapter is a real experience for me, this isn't fully edited, and I hope you enjoy! Short and sweet, haha.

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       At 10:30, the first bell summoning is to class rang. I get my sore butt up off of the hard floor, and put my notebook, pens, and pencils back in my backpack, then proceeding to sling it onto one shoulder.

       I make my way to Mr. Iglesias' class and am meet on my way with the other kids who have to take summer school as well. Most of them look like zombies who just crawled out of their graves. Bags under their eyes, and carrying themselves like it's hard to hold up their full bodyweight.

       About 5 minutes later the final bell rings and class is in session.

       "Hey guys, it's been awhile," Mr. Iglesias greets us.

       Someone shouts from the other side of the room, "no it hasn't! It's been a week and a half! Twelve days, twelve days!"

       "I know, I missed you so much, I literally almost died," he impersonates a stereotypical clingy teenage girlfriend.

       Most of the class laughs except for the one kid who is offended and pouting now.

       Mr. Iglesias says, "Ok so, anyway, over the course of this 5 weeks, each one of you are going to be assigned a person in some time period of United States history. 2 people will be assigned to each time period and after the research stage of the project the two people will prepare a presentation on the time period, the significance of the two people have on that time period, as well as how to two figures were connected. You will then present your joined presentation to the class and to another teacher for your finals."

       Marisol and I turn it each other with excitement written all over both of our faces. Well except about the presentation part for me.

       "Oh and also I'm sorry but this will have to be worked on outside of school with your partners so get acquainted. Hahaha just kidding you spent all of last year together you should know each other by now, if not that's just sad... Okay anyway here are the groups."

       The class goes up in an uproar of disappointment about not getting to choose their partners all except for me because otherwise I wouldn't be able to get a group.

       "Oh come on Mr. Iglesias we already have to do summer school and now we can't even choose our partners." complained Walt.

       Lorenzo agrees, "Yeah, are you just trying to make this even less fun than it already is," he complains, throwing his hands up in exaggeration.

       I roll my eyes at them.

       "Woah, Y/n I could hear that eye roll from here." Mr. Iglesias laughs, enticing laughter from the rest of the class.

       Anyway back to what I was saying. The eras are..." he says as he lists the groups on the board, "... the Precolonial Era, the Age of Exploration , the Colonial Era , the Revolutionary Period , the Westward Expansion , the Reconstruction/Civil War, Prohibition Era, the World Wars Era, and finally the Cold War and Technological Period. And here are the groups..."

       Immediately after that, I tune him out, not caring about whos in whos group and what era that have except for myself.

       I tune him out until I hear my name, "...Y/n and Mikey you have the civil war period, Y/n with Clara Barton and Mikey with Abraham Linclon..."

       Once he was finished assigning everyone their groups and stuff he instructed us to go join our partner.

       I get up from my spot and slowly make my way over to Marisol's spot who is going over to sit with Grace. I keep my head and eyes down as I walk over to him, and when I do look up to make sure I don't run into a desk or someone, I look at Mikey, and he looks up and smiles at me with friendly eyes. I look back down and blush at my feet.

       "All of this first week you will have all in class time to study your assigned people and all of that. Okay go."

       Everyone looks at their partners confused then they turn their attention back to Mr. Iglesias still puzzled on what they are suppose to do and what they are going to be graded on.

       "What," Mr. Iglesias questions with all eyes looking at him confused and expectantly.

       "Well you haven't really told us any details about the project. What are we supposed to do, what are you looking for exactly and what are we being graded on?" Mikey speaks up for the class, as all of us murmur in agreement.

       "Yeah," I agree, turning my head to the left, looking at Mikey, wanting the same questions answered.

       "Do whatever you want, it just has to be put into a presentation in the end to show the class and to show me as your final. Oh, and it has to be 10 minutes." explains Mr. Iglesias.

       My face pales in pure terror, "Wait what?"

       Mikey and Marisol turn to me and look at me in pity, as I begin to have a panic attack, remembering the last time I did a presentation in front of the class.
It was awful. The assignment was to do a presentation on anyone of our choosing from whenever and wherever in all of world history. I choose Leonardo da Vinci. The presentation was to be 1:30 to 2 minutes long. Mine took about 10, and for half of it I hadn't even been talking.

       I had been either nervously laughing, playing with my sleeves, scratching my head, or digging my nails into my palms, looking down at my speech cards wide eyed; or looking up with pleading and panicked eyes. I either looked at Marisol or Mr.Iglesias for comfort, or answers or something; although even till now I'm unsure of what I was looking for.

       And the times that I had been talking I had been stuttering and repeating lines, or parts of them multiple times, or loosing my spot completely skipping over some parts and what not, then looking up and apologizing to everyone.

       It was horrible, and the worst part was that I knew so much about da Vinci, I just wasn't able to get it out. I cried to myself at my desk afterwards, as the next few people presented. Mr. Iglesias came over to me in between two presentations after mine, and tried to comfort me a little. It didn't do much, but I was able to pull myself together and stopped crying. Mr. Iglesias had given me a C- in pity points, It would have been an F otherwise.

       Mr. Iglesias turned to me and said more quietly, "It'll be ok Y/n, you won't be presenting alone this time."

       "Yea Y/n, it'll be fine, we'll embarrass ourselves together," Mikey laughs softly, grazing my arm in a comforting manner, I flinched away from him and goosebumps rose on my arms. Although I did start to feel more warm all over, I'm not sure if it was because I was freaking out from Mikey touching me so dellicatly, or if I was just still panicking about the presentation.

       "Smart Mikey," scoffs Mr. Iglesias at Mikey's comment.

       "Sorry, just tryin' to help," he throws his hands up in defense
I make a really bold move for me. I lightly grab into Mikey's wrist and put his one arm back down onto his desk. His other soon follows

       As soon as he had lowered both of his arms I take my hand away and look at him directly in the eyes face to face, "I know you are just trying to help, thank you Mikey. And yeah together." I say trying to show him I appreciated the thoughtful gesture even though it hadn't been exactly helpful at the moment.

       He shows his big cute smile at me. A grin makes its way onto my face as well and look down then back up at him in response.

       As class goes on we both begin our studying, separately, although still sitting next to each other. This is how the entirety of the day went, until 5 minutes before the bell was gonna ring and we were all packing up.

       "Hey guys, party at mine tonight, see yuh all there," Lorenzo announces, not really asking, but more so demanding that we all come.

       "Yeah, good idea Lorenzo, have some fun, hang out be friends, but stay out of trouble."

       The class begins to rise in noise level and excitement talking about the party and once the bell dismissed us we all rushed to get out of the classroom.

       Mr. Iglesias called back to us, "Be safe, stay sober..." after no response from us he finally yells, "Don't get caught!" after us.

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