The next day, Mr. Marvin began explaining the project. We were supposed to make a movie based off of the Civil Rights topic he gave us, using the groups he assigned us. He told us to write on an index card who we wanted to be in a group with. After a moment, Jessica raised her hand.

    "Can the people be from different classes?" she asked. Clary gave her an incredulous look, but I wasn't surprised. I had told her that Jessica was moving away from us, but she didn't listen. Now, we would see how much of a friend Jessica really was.

    Mr. Marvin nodded. "But choose wisely. These will be the people you will be working with for the next few weeks."

    Seemingly satisfied, Jessica began writing the names on her card. I didn't know who they were, but I wasn't about to ask. I simply picked up my pencil and wrote down Clary and Jessica's names. Despite the fact that she was moving away from us, she was still a harder worker than Lina. No offense.

    We turned in the cards to Mr. Marvin and he had the groups formed in under fifteen minutes. He was a surprisingly fast worker. He told us the groups were posted on a document and we all rushed to the computer carts. The one minute of waiting in line was torturous, but I finally grabbed a computer and pulled up the document. I scrolled down the first page until I found my name.

    Group 7:     Anasika Grandle             Jessica Kim

            Clarissa Johnson             Aidan Bander

            Zachary Darton             Matt Glisan

            Benjamin Hendall             Cameron Kong

    I grinned when I realized that all three of us would be in a group together. I saw Jessica pulling up the list. She didn't look happy, but she didn't look disappointed either. I'd eventually figure out what that mean.

    Once Clary saw it, she turned to me. "Yay! We're in a group together! But what's our topic?"

    Mr. Marvin held up his hand to stop the rush of talking students. "I'm sure everyone has many questions," he acknowledged. "But, all I can tell you right now are your group topics. I don't even know the due dates. It's the first time I'm doing this project in seven years. Seven years ago, it was a flop. I hope it will turn out better this time."

    We all nodded in agreement. Jeanine raised her hand. "Why did you choose this year to bring it back?" she asked.

    "You are a very unique group of students," Mr. Marvin told us. "I have full faith that you will be able to successfully complete this project."

He waved the rest of the questions away. "Now your groups." He began listing off the topics for the groups. My head shot up when ours approached. "Group 6 is the Little Rock Nine School Integration. Group 7 is the Greensboro Sit-Ins..."

Clary clapped her hands together. "Yay! I love the Greensboro Sit-Ins!"

    I tilted my head to the side in confusion. "What are they?"

"They are a group of African Americans who went into a White Only restaurant and sat there every day until they were served," she explained. "There was a lot of media coverage. They were four college students, I think, and they were extremely determined." She began giving me a long synopsis about racism at the time, until I shot her a look that said, "You're over explaining things again." Her voice slowly trailed off and she turned back to her computer.

We spent the next few days researching the topics. I began to understand why Clary had a tendency to over explain things. As much as I hated to admit it, these historical events were interesting. The heroes were rather admirable in their determination and bravery, and they were real. They made for pretty interesting stories, and dare I say, movies.

The research went on for a few days while other classes continued. It was pretty boring, but it was necessary for the next few steps. Finally, I finished the last section when one of our substitutes for the day came up to me. Mr. Gandalf was off to supervise his daughter's field trip, so he had given us the time to work on our movie-project.

I craned my head to look at her, but finally gave in and turned around. "Hi! I'm Anasika," I introduced.

She smiled. "And I'm Mrs. Wattenberg. What project do you have?"

I pointed to my computer screen filled with notes. "The Greensboro Sit-Ins."

"Oh I remember those!" she clapped her hands, and I simply stared at her. It was obvious she was old with her white hair and smile lines, but was she really that old? She noticed my expression and gave me an amused smile. "They weren't as long ago as you would think. I remember them far too clearly. The crowds were filled with riots, but I never really understood why. Everything may have been separate, but it was equal, right?"

She looked off into the distance. "Oh how wrong I was. Only when the schools and facilities became integrated did I understand. I had an African American friend... her name was Emily. She told me of how they would get the hand me down textbooks from the white schools and how the segregated bathrooms were always broken and dirty." She shuddered. "I remember when she first came to the newly integrated school and how fascinated she was by the freshly painted lockers and the new textbooks. It was appalling."

I tilted my head to the side, fascinated by the story. Only a few decades ago had this happened, and now look how far we had come. She gave me a sad smile, "But, I'll leave you to your work. I'm sure you have much more to do."

She was right. I may have finished researching, but I still had to write the script and give out the roles. We had a lot more work to do. I saved the document and re-opened the one Mr. Marvin had shared with us to see who else were my group members.

There were seven people in our group, according to the list. The people I knew were me, Clary, and Jessica, but there were five more boys in our group. Aiden Bander, Zach Darton, Matt Glisan, Cam Kong, and Ben Hendall. I knew Aiden and Zach because we went to elementary school together, but Matt, Cam, and Ben were in different classes from me. I had seen them around, but that was it. I walked over to them and began talking about the script.

"So, have you guys finished the research?" I asked. They all nodded, looking up from their phones. I suggested we start the script and they agreed. Encouraged by this, I walked back to my computer and opened a new document.

Aiden, Zach, Ben, Cam, Clary, Jessica, and I actively worked on the script, but we had to constantly remind Matt to work on it. I got the idea that he may not be the hardest worker, or even a remotely hard worker when it came to school, but I could deal with one slacker. Besides that, I had gotten a pretty good group.

I spent hours on the script at home and finalized it the next day. But, the reporter lines were mainly said by me, Clary, and Jessica while the boys were the actors. Clary advised me to add more lines for them, and by the time we finished, I only had two scenes out of the twenty. But I didn't mind. I preferred being behind the camera rather than in front of it.

Four of the boys would obviously be the Greensboro Four. but would also play a few reporter scenes. Cam offered to be the waiter and reporter. The movie rubric told us to include a depiction of the actual event, a few fake interviews, one real interview, and an analysis of the interview. We had pretty much everything covered in the script except the real interview, but we would worry about that later.

The script was a drastic nine pages long, and we doubted that we would be able to fit it into the five to ten minute range Mr. Marvin had given us, but I supposed that editing would fix that.

We had also assigned each other jobs. I was assigned as the editor, which my MacBook Pro would definitely help with. My friend and I had been making iMovies since we were six years old. I could edit videos in my sleep.

We showed Mr. Marvin the script and he approved it. One again, he did tell us that it was a bit long, but we told him we would fix it later.

Mr. Gandalf finally caved and began talking about the big upcoming field trip after our constant pestering. He told us it was a three day overnight, but that the location hadn't been confirmed yet so he couldn't tell us where it was. It was also an optional field trip, meaning the students with the most stable grades would get in.

This was of little concern to me. My grades were pristine. I had a 4.0 GPA thanks to all my hard work for the whole year, and you couldn't get better than that. My only worry was staying overnight again.

But this time, it was different. I had been to Justin's Ferry, so I could go on this with no problem. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey Anasika!" Clary called. "We're going to go start filming the movie at a local restaurant. You coming?"

I grinned and followed her out the door, not being able to wait for the filming to begin.