The Project

Crap! Why did I say that?!

A few hours later around 11:30, I laid down quietly in my bed as I reprimanded myself internally for my previous response to Isaiah. I couldn't help but toss and turn as I contemplated my own self loathing in a frustratingly torturous manner.

What was I thinking?! What kind of idiot am I?!

I groaned, putting my hands over my face as I strained my face, gritting angrily. "I didn't have to tell him like that.."

You're probably wondering why I'm even hung up on this at all, let alone to such a severe degree (and I completely understand that confusion). Well the reason is pretty straightforward...I hate sports.

Okay, "hate" is a strong word. It's more like I'm just not fond of them. Most of them, anyway.

The thing is however, is that it is true that I've been considering joining the track team as of recently (for about the past two or three months), which really is just because I've gotten into running pretty regularly since near the start of summer break. Why, you ask? Well come on, you should know this by now..it was to get a sexy ripped body to impress Penny of course! (Okay, even I can admit that this is getting scarily close to being indefensible at this point)

Back to the point though, that pretty much explains all of it. From there I naturally developed an affinity for endurance training, and eventually grew fond of it (since I was running pretty regularly about every other day back then. Gosh...the things I'd do for Penny are illimitable). That's why when Isaiah brought it up I answered so readily without thinking, because it was already apart of my adapted schema (in other words, it was already engrained into my subconscious), therefore permitting me to react in such a way even if it was completely unintentional .

The issue is that currently, I might have to make an actual commitment to it, which is definitely something I don't want. Who knows how many meddlesome belligerents will come hassle me now because of it. Ugh, I'm such an idiot, why did I have to potentially get the whole track team on my back now of all times?!

With a groan, I rolled over to my right side, forcibly closing my eyes.

Who cares about any of that crap?  I'll just brush them all off. I'm too tired to think about this anyway.

With that, I relaxed my searing tension, and tranquily fell into a spell of deep sleep.

The next morning, I wearily trudged into the boisterously vociferous main hall of the dreaded Royal Oak middle school, grumbling spitefully as my locker rapidly came into view. After arriving, I opened it slowly before removing my bag from the straps on my shoulders and inserting it inside on the hanger torpidly. 

Yay, another day, oh so fun t'will it be to embrace the joys of unadulterated youth. These circumstances could not be any more perfect, for heaven is the only sanctuary comparable to such a faultlessly indefectible palace!

I'm being sarcastic, obviously.

As I brood this sardonic eulogy, I heard an intriguing rustle amongst the ever growing indiscernible cacophony abruptly catch my attention.

"Hey, did you hear about that weird new project Mr.Allen was mentioning yesterday? It'll probably be something stupid"

I didn't get the whole convo since every inch of the previously mentioned main hallway was littered with loudmouth crackbaby buffoons running around screaming and talking every few seconds (which, as I'm sure you can imagine was extremely annoying), but from what I could make out from the random kid I heard, my third hour teacher Mr.Allen has some kind of project for us..I think? It better be optional, or else this week is going to be the absolute death of me! I mean, it's Tuesday! It's not only the second day of the week, but what's worse is that it's also just the second day of SCHOOL! 

Well whatever. Can't make any assumptions just yet, right?

After grabbing my books and papers from my locker, I hastily rushed over to my first hour class (which was my study hall). I didn't end up doing much in there at all in case you thought otherwise (I just slept the entire time. I ended up being a lot more exhausted from yesterday's events than I expected to be), and the same goes for my second hour P.E. (we just watched some boring educational video about health safety and risk factors regarding food diets or something).

By the time third hour came by I was a little less sleepy, but not to the point where I felt like jotting down an innumerable amount of scholarly précis (it's a French word that basically means a summary of a text. So a note basically). Sufficed to say, I was not prepared for that period because that's exactly what we did.

If you guessed that it was a science class, congratulations! You're 100 percent correct. Unfortunately for me though, I don't get a prize or celebratory praise for being the one that has to actually put up with this blistering inconvenience, to my greatest chagrin.

Well at the very least I do share this period with (my beloved) Penny Chindelin, so that benefit cannot be any more of a saving grace for my cursedly palpable, begrudged soul (and she sits pretty close to me too, which is definitely a double bonus at least!).

Fun fact: me and Penny only have two classes together, one of them being this class (obviously) and seventh hour, which is our language arts class. So, as you can guess, as soon as I found out this info when our schedules released in totality at the beginning of yesterday morning, they immediately became my favorite classes of all time, hands down.

Oh how wondrous it is to sit so close to her..I wonder how comfortable she is in that hardened plastic mass of a chair. Probably not very, which should be considered a sinful act in it of itself. How could this primitive crapshoot masquerading as a competent facility possibly think that they can redeem themselves after this sacrilege?! How could they live with themselves after making Penny rest her firm, comely, shapely...alluringly sensual..well..upholstered..um..you get my point! They shouldn't be making her rest her nice, plump butt in that stupid chair!

As I daydreamed about how amazing it was to have the same class as Penny and possibly get a taste of her in a makeout session for a brief few moments (yeah I don't know where that came from either), Mr.Allen quite rudely interrupted my thoughts with:

"Alright class, I have a project coming up that I think you all will enjoy"

He sat up in his chair and made this weird smile after making this off-putting statement (I guess he intended on reassuring with that odd face, which did  NOT work. In fact, it made me worry about the nightmares I'd have when I went to sleep that night).

"This is not an optional assignment-"

And after he said that the whole class groaned (not including me since I'm used to this sorta thing, but I did sigh quietly), quite reasonably to be honest.

"Ahem!" Mr.Allen coughed, then continued.

"I know, I know. But!, you do get an additional 20 bonus points from this and 50 regular points. I might go far as to say that I'm doing you all a favor" he added, cheesing smugly (man, I just realized Mr.'A' loves to smile. Like..alot. At least he's happy, I guess).

"Now this is can be an individual project, but it is highly recommended and intended to be a group effort, so please keep that in mind. As for what the assignment is, I'm leaving it to you all to choose a digestible slideshow of anything you're interested in and provide facts about it, like a plant project for example. It's quite freeform, which is why I think everyone will enjoy it" he finalized.

"Now with that, you're done for the day. Dismissed when the bell tolls"

After he stopped speaking, I looked over at Penny, smiling inwardly as innocuous beads of sweat began to form on my face

"So..that's my way in" I whispered quietly to myself, grinning anxiously.