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
“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
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.