"Class, quiet down now." I heard my always so strict teacher ,Ms. Pierre, say. As the class silenced she announces " Your science projects are STILL due next Friday." I sighed in depression. I hadn't really even started the project yet.
"Why the hell Charlie?" I heard Sam whisper.
"What?" I whisper back.
" We have baseball practice all next week and a field trip next week and now i have to do the project, too!" She complained.
Sam has been my best friend since third grade. Her full name is Samantha but she claims it's too girly and made me called her Sam. I met her when some kid stole my Kit-Kat.I tried to get it back and Sam came and punched him in the face. We talked when we were spending time in the principal's office and became best friends ever since.
Sam has brown eyes with a touch of gold-yellow. She usually wears a red t-shirt to match her reddish brown fall-colored hair. She wears baggy light blue jeans and white Air Force sneakers. And if she puts on her hat ,she could make people confuse her for a guy.
As the bell rang, Ms. Pierre shouts," And remember, I will NOT accept late projects!"
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I was putting in my locker combination and getting the supplies for next period when Sam came up and asked " Have you even started your project?"
" Maybe" I said sarcastically
" Well of course not. You're gonna procrastinate until the very end. Then you're gonna ask for my help"
"oh, you know me so well!"
Contemplating, I walked into the classroom and sat down.How am I going to waste my weekend? The teacher started to write something on the board, I subconsciously copied it down and continued to think. I weighed my options, science project or pizza? The responsible thing to do would be to get my science project done.....but I'm not a responsible person, so pizza it is!
I popped back into reality as the last period bell rang. Sam who was sitting in front of me was now staring at me.
" It's very surprising that you can completely ignore the teacher and still look like you're paying attention." She comments.
" I know you're jealous." I replied.
I went to my locker to pick up my backpack and walked to baseball diamond.
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