In my English class, there are - let's put this nicely - interesting characters. The class has a multitude of personalities flowing from seat to seat. The only person I feel connected to, and who is on my level of sanity, is the teacher. She's chill. Like me. Everyone else is... out there. BUT! I do fancy (not in THAT way) two guys in my English class. Their names are Chris and Scott. I met them, ironically, in a group session when the teacher had us talk about our character development exercise. They don't over-exaggerate everything they say, they're very humble; I was hoping to hang out with them throughout the quarter.
Well, things change, apparently.
Today, my teacher acknowledged one of my most looked-forward-to projects: Writing a short story for each student to read and comment! I had planned for a while what story I was going to write. I knew everybody would love it - I knew it would become a masterpiece!
However, when the teacher went over the material, she mentioned that...
Wait for it...
... It's a group project...
HOW CAN I WRITE A MASTERPIECE WHEN OTHER PEOPLE ARE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO?! THAT'S A LOAD OF %&#@!!!!
Sorry... I had to get that out...
I'M FURIOUS! How... HOW?! How does that even work?! You're collaborating with other people to make ONE story... I am an INDIVIDUAL writer. Always have been, always will be. I like my ideas and my ideas ONLY (most of the time).
But as the teacher continued telling us that this assignment was a group project, I tried to stay positive. I didn't want to blow a gasket in the middle of class. So, I told myself, "Hey, that's fine! Now you can partner up with Scott and Chris. Perfect!"
Suddenly, the teacher says, "I have picked out your groups."
FUUUUUU-! Why?! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO US, TEACHERS?!
Once again, I had to calm myself and think positively; "Maybe fate is on my side? Maybe our teacher saw how great Scott, Chris and I were getting along? Maybe she'll let us be together once more?!"
As I waited, I heard Chris's name. Mine didn't come up. Then I heard Scott's name. Still, I wasn't called. Finally, the last group was announced... I was with random people whom I never introduced myself to.
I took a deep breath and said, "No problem, no big deal! You'll make new friends! What's so bad about that?"
What went BAD was when the teacher pointed at me and told me she wanted me to switch groups!
But in the moment, I thought that was a WONDERFUL idea! "Now I'll be paired up with either Chris OR Scott!" I told myself happily.
Nope.
Our teacher pointed me in the direction of a two-man group... They sat in the back of the class in a corner... alone...
I sighed. These guys look like TOTAL nerds. One guy reminded me of an old friend who sometimes gets on my nerves because of how nerdy he is, and the other guy couldn't stop stuttering. I mean, his stutter was so bad, he rephrased what he already said.
Don't get me wrong! The guys are very nice and open for ideas. I appreciate that. But... REALLY? Nerds?! They are the type of nerds that talk about Sci-Fi, intergalactic, non-gender beings stories! That's not what I'm into!
Maybe I'll be proven wrong. Maybe these guys are geniuses at storytelling and I'll soon find out. That... would actually be a miracle. Because so far, we have NOTHING for our short story.
...
I found the perfect definition to define my father, this evening: Narcissist.
I also found out that I'm genuinely jealous of Mason's intelligence. I don't want to start huffing and puffing about how envious I am towards Mason's memory and how he seems to read paragraphs at the speed of light... I guess I can safely say; I don't like myself. I wish I was like Mason, honestly. I wish I had a stronger memory capacity. I wish I understood difficult vocabulary words. I wish I could read incredibly fast while understanding the meaning within the context!
Oh, I wish I wish I wish!
I wish for a lot of things. But every "wish come true" has a surprising twist.
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