"Curse you Gabriel, give back my book" I jumped up. Trying to grab at my math text book, which was being held out of reach by my least favorite 8 grader at hickory grove middle. He was up in a tree sitting there, smirking like and idiot while I jumped like puppy, trying to get a treat.

Gosh I hated that boy, and the worst part of it was that we were neighbors, we also have pretty much all of our classes together, and guess what!!! He makes extra care to sit next to me, just to annoy me.

He also finds extra fun in dropping water balloons out of his window on unsuspecting neighbors, *cough* me *cough, cough*.

Finally I managed to grab my book just as the bell rung. Gabe jumped down from the tree and gave me an mischievous smirk and said "see you later Adams" and ran of towards his buddys.

The first few classes were torturous, have kept poking me with the end of his pencil.

"Can anyone tell me why the British came to America?" Mrs.Dixon asked the class Serenely.

Gabes hand shot up which cought Mrs.Dixon by suprise.

"Yes mr. Brown?"

Gabriel gave a sort of face that meant he was confused (it was a face he made a lot)

"Excuse me miss, didn't we learn this stuff in first grade." The teacher let out a puff of breathe out of her nose. And pointed a boney finger at me.

"Courtney, dear, can you please answer dear mr. Browns question!" She raised an eyes brow at us.

I turned on gabe who frowned. "Well, Gabe, it may not be that important, but IS the country you were BORN in!" I told him exasperated.

Mrs.Dixon nodded "to answer my own question, the British came to America, or as they knew it then, the new world, to escape the king, and the lack of free will in religious rights." she told us, looking around the room. "As the prodject, you and a team mate will make a poster with pictures, taken by you, of this country, and I will be choosing your partners so don't ask. And no Courtney, you can NOT work by yourself. You will be pared the the person sitting next to you" she looked straight at me with a look like, you two better get along, or else.

That's the thing, all of the tables are double, and that means I'm pared up with Gabe, Yippee (not).

After a few more torturous hours of school, finally the bell rung. I ran out into the court yard were I was confronted by Gabe who gave me his famous, yet annoying smirks.

"So Adams, were partners, how about we start tonight, come over to my house and we'll work on the prodject." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Fine, what time?" At this, he grinned.

"Ok Adams, how about 5:00?" I nodded and waved him of.

"See you soon" I said, and muttered "Unfortunately." with that I turned and ran off.