I walk up to Mrs.Levi after class, my English teacher. "Can you please-"
"No Zac."
"But-"
"I know what your going to say. But this partnership will be good for you both."
"How?" I demand crossing my arms and tapping my foot.
"Elizabeth is extremely good at coming up with plots. But when it comes to carrying out the plot in a story... she hits some rough spots."
"What's that suppose to mean."
"Maybe if you got to actually know her, you'd know the answer to your own question." I realize I've lost. Mrs.Levi is big on the whole "answer your own questions" thing.
"But why me?" I continue to whine.
"You are actually pretty good at carrying out plots. You just can't come up with a good one for your life. More than half of your grade depends on this project." She smirks. She knows she's defiantly won. Almost nothing is more important than good grades to me.
"Fine." I stomp away.
"Don't forget-" Mrs.Levi sings. "This project will be completed outside of school." I slam the classroom door and try to catch up to the last person I want to talk to right now.
"Wait up, Elizabeth!" I see her dyed blond hair turn towards me. I do have to admit she's pretty with her hazel eyes and semi-tan skin. She's around one inch shorter than me and a little chubby. I might have talked to her if she didn't dye her hair, wear a thousand band bracelets, and just give off that emo vibe. And she was too pretty. She raises one natural looking eyebrow at me once she connects me to my voice.
"Yes?" She asks emotionlessly.
"Can I have your number? We should probably work on this after school.
"K." She looks bored and detached. I hold out my hand distracted by her perfectly normal, also pretty, friends. Once they meet up with Elizabeth, she starts smiling and laughing, keeping everyone else in a constant state of gasping for breath. But something seems off. Her smile. Her laugh. They seem empty. As expressionless as the looks she gave me. I don't know why. But I want to. And just like Mrs.Levi wants me to, I know I'm going to at least try to find out why she's like this. I quickly grab her number and start thinking of a way to get my answers.