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The Dreadful Miss Perfect Princess Pigeon and her Zombie Rats part 1

“Sophia Strats and Olivia Gomez. Hunter Hayes and Matthew Johnson.”

I cut out Mrs. Cuter’s voice as the paired partner list went on and on. I knew I’d either be paired with Dun, the boy who looks like he hasn’t showered in a year,  or Carrie the little girl who would whine all the time. They were paired in the same group or bottom of the lot as me.

Tuning back in the sounds a little, I rolled my eyes at the girls squeaking and strange giggles. They sounded like a bunch of rats, or pigeons. I smirked at the thought,  Miss Perfect Princess– Stephanie L Robertson– would shrivel at being called a rat or pigeon. I could almost see her look of disgust and terror. And she wouldn’t dare call me out because then she’d have to repeat what I had said.

“And last but not least…”

Oh no. I prepared myself for it, so I wouldn’t gag in disgust. Here comes the worst giggles. Miss Perfect Princess Pigeon always gets paired last.

“Stephanie with Yuri.”

I jerked my head up. What?

“What?” Stephanie’s voice behind me came out more as a screech then a question.

I got paired with Miss Popular Perfect Princess? That cant be right. It must be a miss type? Right?

Makena Roberts, one of Stephanie’s little zombie rats spoke up. “I’m sure it’s all just a mix up.”

Another said “Someone must have miss typed the list.”

“Don’t worry Stephanie, we’ll get this figured out.” Others added, trying to comfort her of the terrible fact that she might have to be closer than 5 feet away from me.

“Allrigh, allright! Settle down class!” Mrs. Cuter said. I sighed in relief, of course she was saying this is a miss type.

“Stephanie will be paired with Yuri, it’s not a miss type.”

I choked slightly. What? No. This could not be happening.

“Mrs. Cuter could I pair with Yuri, and Stephanie could pair with Hally?” One of her rats was trying to gain the Pigeon’s affection by taking her death sentence for her.

“Thank you Sarah, but no.”

“But Mrs Cuter!” Stephanie Pigeon was probably about to make up some excuse of how she was allergic to me, and even looking at me would make her gag.

“Now Stephanie, you will do this pair, and you won’t make any fuss about it. You have to accept your partner, and work together if you want to get an A in this project.”

“That’s not fair.” She whined.

This was not fair. How could the teacher expect us to work together? She hated me, and i didn’t really like her either.

Mrs. Cuter continued, “Now that we have figured out who’s paired with who, you can get work with your partner over the next week. Remember find something you want to help, a charity, a place, a going extinct animal, figure out a plan to raise money and awareness for that cause, then make a board explaining it all. That is due next Monday class. Are you ready?”

“Yes!” Some enthusiastic kids yelled.

No. A pit formed in my stomach. How could I handle working with that snot nosed know it all who treated me like dirt?

I glanced back at Stephanie, she was glaring knives at me. Like it was my fault. This project was going to be a nightmare.