• 'Telegraph your points of view, and sheperd me from silence...
    Sitting in this fit of rage, I fall down from my pedistool..."

    I sat there drawing in my sketch pad, during the class period, and glanced up at the substitute teacher. She was teaching us things we didn't know. And none of the class was paying attention...including me.
    'Whatcha' drawing, Megan?" asked the girl beside me. Her name was Tiffany, and I was her faux friend.
    "I'm drawing the sub' and her bible belt." I replied witht humor. Tiffany and I, always made fun of the substitute, because she didn't know what she was doing. I went back to drawing my little cartoon. Behind me, I heard the door open, then shut. I glanced over, and to my lovely surprise, there was the guy I was supposed to be dating. "Fabio" was his nickname before the great split in our friendship, now he's back to plain, old, Ronnie.
    He looked over at me, and I flashed a smile, then turned away. And as always, no smile in return, and no notice of me what so ever. I could hear him and the substitute mumbling something, then she scanned our room, and her eyes landed on me.
    "Megan? Come here please." she asked kindly, in that annoying voice of hers. I stood up, and walked toward her desk, keeping a safe distance away from Ronnie.
    'Yes?" My tone was dull, and uninterested.
    "I need you to partner up with him and help him with his U.S History project." she said, looking at his papers, and handing us each a stack. I looked at Ronnie, then at her in awe. I didn't know what to think of this moment. I saw Ronnie out of the corner of my eye, rolls his own eyes, and walk out of the room.
    "Thank you." I said to her, as I followed him out of the room. "Ronnie! Wait!" He turned around and sighed.
    "I can't do this. Not with you."
    "Why not?"
    "Because you're with him."