The Pretty Girl Project

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Prologue:

"Morning class," Mr Green greeted  us with the same perky smile.  A mumble went through the class, all saying some sort of greeting in return.  

"Now as you all maybe aware, there are only 90 days left in the school year.  Which means I am assigning my legendary End-of-School project." he paused to pick up a think stack of papers, tapping them into place before setting them back down.  "This project will count for half of your grade and be what determines how your collage recommendations will be for this class.  That means, Mr Caster," Mr Green said as he walked over to Nate's desk, pushing Nate's feet of the top , "That if you do very well on this project then I will write the best recommendation letter for you, but if you chose not to do well on this then I will not write you a recommendation letter. Are we clear?" He was still standing in front of Nate's desk when he said this, his voice becoming hard and demanding but Nate continued to sit there staring up at the teacher with a "who the hell cares" type of look.  Mr Green stood there, getting madder and madder with still no answer from Nate.  "Do you understand me Mr Caster, this is extremely important!" Mr Green said, placing his hands on the desk.

 I never understood why all the teachers hate Nate, maybe it was his attitude; he never cares about anything having to do with school, he never did.  At the beinging of the year it's always entertaining to watch the teachers reactions, but now toward the end it's just sad.  

Finally, Nate nodded his head and Mr Green backed off and walked back over to his big desk in the front of the room. 

"What was I saying again?" he asked looking up at the class full of students. 

Heather was, of course, the first to raise her hand.  "You were talking about the amazing project you are giving out." she said, her voice crisp and clear form the front row.  

"Wow way to suck up to the teacher." I leaned over my desk to whisper to Ashley in front of me. 

Ashley turned around to face me, "I know right?! I bet that's not the only thing she sucks." When she said this she wiggled her eyebrows, acting like an immature teenage boy.

"You're so sick minded!" I laughed, slapping her arm jokingly.

"Girls in the back," Mr Green snapped and we instantly knew we were caught.  Ashley turned back around, her face pink from embarrassment. 

"Yeah girls !" John sneered.  

I turned to face him next to me.  "Looks who's talking." I shot back.

"You're the one talking, dumb head. Just admit it I'm always going to be smarter than you, blond." and with this he started laughing hysterical as if it was the funniest thing in the world.  I just sat back and let him have his moment, he obviously needed it. 

Mr Green was still going on about the project.  He was telling us stories about what some of the previous students had done. 

"A couple years back, I had this girl who..." he was really getting into this story, saying something about how she really helped others.  He was now walking across the class room passing out a thick stack of stapled packets.  

"Here child." Ashley said jokingly, passing me a copy of the packet.  It was thick- at least 10 pages maybe more- with small print, and barley any spaces.  

"Ugh!" I whined, scooting lower in my chair.  'Focus this is important, just pay attention.' I told myself.  But soon after I thought this I got really board so I began to play with my hair.  Pulling it all to one side to twist it around or braid it small thin peaces. 

"Miss Tanner," Mr Green sharp voice snapped me out of my dreamy haze, pulling me back to reality.   he was now standing in front of me, holding a small clear thing full of white slips of paper. "Please take a slip out of the jar." he instructed me.  I reached in moving my had around in the glass container feeling all the different peaces of paper.  

I don't know how I ended up picking one, but the one that I got was so perfect for me it was ironic. I pulled out the long slip of paper, unfolding it to read the bold print.  Mr Green had already moved on, making his way throw the rows of students.  

"What does your's say?" Ashley asked eagerly, turning around in her desk.  

"Um..." I let my sentience trail off, unable to explain the words in font of me.  It should have been easy to tell her, a simple answer to her question.  But I had no clue on how to say it, because right then the only sentience I was focused on was the one typed on a long strip of paper.

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