When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E93

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When Trouble Meets Trouble -S01 E93

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 93

“You can sit with me,” I turned around at the quiet

girl from my English class.

“Thanks,” I replied, following her to her table. She

also sat alone, much like me. “What’s your name?”

“Dana,” the quiet girl replied as she put ketchup on

her fries. I nodded.

“I’m Savannah,” I told her and she laughed.

“I know,” she responded.

We ate in silence and it felt good to not eat alone,

even if it was with someone I barely knew and we

didn’t even bother to talk to each other. When the

bell rang, I told her I’d see her again; she invited me

to sit with her tomorrow and I agreed. I’m glad that

she doesn’t stare at me as if I’m some type of

homicidal maniac. I made my way to last period, a

class I have with Waverly, Jonah. and Francis.

When I got to the classroom, Mr. Gonzales was

greeting people at the door and his smile faltered

when he greeted me. “Ms. Harp.”

“Mr. Gonzales,” I replied with a smile on my face.

When I passed him, it turned into a scowl. I made

my way to the seat in the back of the class. I noticed

that Francis was absent from his seat in the row in

front of mine. The football player can’t take a punch?

Jonah walked into the classroom, taking a seat in the

back of the classroom, away from me and away

from everyone else. I was in the right corner and he

was in the left. Waverly looked back at him and went

to go sit next to him but he put his books on the

chair beside him. At least I know he’s not going to

try and hurt me by dating Waverly.

“Now class, I’ve been telling you about the project

for a long time and now it’s finally here! It’s about

one infamous person of the past and you’re writing a

biography about them; it is a partner project and I’ve

decided to let you choose your own partners,” I

cringed. I hope he makes an exception for a lone

worker.

“Now you have the rest of the period to find a

partner and chose who you’re going to do your

project on. At the end of class, you’ll write your

names and who you’re doing your project about on

a piece of paper- I expect one per pair!” Mr. G

announced.

Immediately, people began getting up and asking

people to work with them. I raised my hand and Mr.

G walked over. “May I work alone?”

“Did you not just hear what I said?” he queried, an

annoyed look on his face.

“I did but I can do the project on my own,” I replied

and he shook his head.

“You need a partner and I advise you go get one

before they’re all taken,” he replied and I frowned as

he walked away. But if they’re all taken, doesn’t that

mean I’ll be able to work alone?

I put my head on my desk, closing my eyes. The

oncoming headache was stressing me out and the

talking people weren’t helping me in the slightest. I’m

going to do my project on Adolf Hitler; I already

know enough about him and I can just wing it. I

won’t have to go to another stupid library again; bad

things happen there.

About ten minutes later, Mr. G called my name.

“Savannah?” I looked up and he frowned at me. “Did

you find a partner yet?”

I shook my head and he sighed. “I found a partner

for you; someone also wanted to work alone. You

have one thing in common already.”

I looked at him slightly worried. “Well, who am I

working with?” I asked.

“Jonah Davis.”