I flash my brightest smile as I walk into Mr. Smith's AP English class, cross necklace catching the fluorescent light. My phone buzzes with three Snapchats from Hailey about weekend plans, but I tuck it away — wouldn't want to get on Smith's bad side.

I slide into my seat and glance around the room, noticing who's here and who isn't. Friday pair project day. Ugh. Hopefully I don't get stuck with—

"Alright everyone, I'm assigning partners," Mr. Smith announces, adjusting his glasses.

I perk up, scanning the room. Please be someone fun. Please be someone fun...

Katie