Jerica felt like she had no more than sat down when Morri was ordering them to get up. For group work. Ergh. That was always the worst because you either got someone who didn't care at all or someone who cared way too much and she was never sure which was worse. She also wasn't sure which Benji was going to be.
She stood up and stepped into the aisle so Bo could get out, looking around to find where Benji was so they could collaborate. She didn't mind to be the one to move -- she found she could usually pack up and un-pack-up faster than most people, and she didn't have the patience for them to come to her.
And then her eyes locked at him, in the very front row. Right under Morri's nose.
Oh hell no.
She moved a few seats into the row so that Benji wouldn't have to climb over her when she got here. Because he was coming here. She wasn't moving -- not to the front row. She flopped back down and flipped her notebook back open.
Sky... hmmm...
There was only one obvious way to make a poem that rhymed with sky.
High.
She tried to think of another theme that she could take -- something serious and poetic and beautiful. It could never be her. Screw it. She already had the shitposter reputation amongst most of the people in this class, and it seemed like Lordy and Morri knew each other, so she didn't doubt that Lordy had probably already been talking shit about her to Morri.
She smirked a bit and started scratching down her initial ideas. I'll make this meme-tastic.
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