The Stuck-Up Rich Girl

The Project

   "Class. Please be quiet."

  Everyone stops talking because we have respect for Ms. Hillery. She's one of the nicest teacher in all 9th grade. She had long blonde wavy hair. She was tall and had the sweetest voice. Oh and she never yells.

   "I will be asigning pairs for the projects," she said.

"Please pair me up with my bestie," Valery comments.

     "Sorry Mrs. Winston that's not how it works. You, my students will be picking out of this cup. Which has papers written a certain name on them. If your not okay with the person you get talk to me after class," she explains.

  Please let it be a guy. I don't want to work with a obsessed lip gloss girl.

"Your turn Henry," she stops at my desk.

    I dip my hand in the cup and pull out the paper I first felt.

     I unfolded it in a rush to know who'd I be working with. What I see shocks me.

     Valery Winston Young.