Emma:
“Now, class, before you are dismissed, I wantedwant to let you know that next week we
have a group project that will be assigned. I am sure that you will like it. One last announcement...” Mrs. Jones jabbered on and on until finally, the bell rang. Everyone rushed to the door, and as usual, it got crowded. Ava and I waited. This is my second year in high school, and I’ve been friends with Ava since kindergarten. Ava always said that school is the worst, but I always dissented with her. My parents always wanted me to be an exceptional student. If they were alive, they would've been proud of me. However, they left me when I was just 5five years old. *AA heavy teardrop droppedfell down till my cheek, and then fell onto my hand.* I immediately wiped it off before Ava turned around and noticed.

“You know, I don’t think that next week’s project will be fun. I mean, considering how
Mrs. Jones always says how it is going to be excellent, but it always turns out to be a trashy project. Like, remember the time we had to getdo plant prints.prints? I mean, what was that for.for? All we did was take some leaves, paint them, and then stamp it on a piece of paper. She said that we learned a lot from it. I hardly believe that.,” Ava murmured.
“Woah“Whoa, Woahwhoa, Woahwhoa. Hold on, did you just say the word considering?”'considering'?” I said as I acted, acting bewildered. “It’s no big deal, you know”know,” Ava said as she rolled her eyes and chuckled.”
“By the way, you know the teacher is right there.” I said consciously.