6 months earlier:

You are so sick and fed up with all these pointless facts.

Honestly who gives a fuck if George Washington had wooden teeth?

You sure as hell don't.

You're sitting in your history class next to your best friend, Gamzee. He's talking about something, but you're not really paying attention, you're just waiting for class to end. Oh wait. It's hasn't even started yet.

Fuck.

Mr. Purpin waddles up to his stand and you finally notice what's written on the board.

'Start Your Partner Project Today!'

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You glance at Gamzee. He's still talking about pincushions or something, so you decide to take the chance to get as far away from him as possible.

If you get stuck with him for another one of these group projects, just to have him spill Faygo all over it again, you were seriously going to puke.

It seems today is your lucky day. The entire back row is empty so you slip into the seat, farthest away from the door. You manage to almost fall asleep as Mr. Purpin goes on and on about how the British Naval fleet impacted some war in some country. You really don't care.

On the other hand, the girl in front of you seems to be taking endless notes. You look over her shoulder as she finishes, noticing how they were all done in olive green ink.

You hate that color.

Mr. Purpin finally ends his death serenade of a lecture and you finally start paying attention. You really hope this project is an essay, you hate them, but you can contribute less, and say you did more.

"Now, this group project will be a presentation..."

Fuck.

"...I expect both partners to contribute equally..."

Hahahahahaha, no.

"And this will be counted as a test grade."

You groan as you sink back in your chair.

Things couldn't get worse.