Lacy stared down at the piece of paper Ethan had just handed her. “What in the word is this?”

“Just a few question for us to get to know each other better, since we will be working together for the rest of the semester,” he beamed back.

“You are so weird,” I blandly stated as I shoved the paper into my bag.

“What?! Aren’t you going to fill it out?” He stood aghast.

“Umm… no.”

“Well, I’m not working with you until you do,” and just like that he walked away.

What the crap! Why did I get put with Mister Weirdo-high-and-mighty for my final project? Did Ms. Johnson hate me or something?

I dug the sheet back out from my bag. I couldn’t believe that my entire grade came down to these random questions. Well, I guess if I wanted to pass this class, I’d have to start with #1.

My “favorite color”. Hmm… let’s go with orange. #2… “T.V. show”... I don’t watch much tv. Man, I don’t have time for this right now. I’ll just call Ethan later with my answers.

Now I have to run and not be late for Trig.