The hallways of the high school were slowly diminishing in population as students hurried to their respected classrooms. A boy stood off to one side of the hallway starring at his books in his right hand, a History text book and a Math text book. The two textbooks he needed for his next two classes. His name was Micky Young. Micky moved through th hallway getting to his first class History. Although his locker was a fair ditance away from the classroom, he still managed to make it there a few mintues before the bell rang. This was his gifted ability to move through the hallways at break neck speeds while still being under the teachers radar.

As his classroom came in sight, he heard a teacher from a different classroom holler his name, "Micky! No running in the halls!" Micky didn't reply to the teacher, nor did he look back. Micky went from a jogging speed to walking in seconds. 

He walked into the classroom with his head high, this was his confidence stance. Everytime he was feeling a bit nervous or apprehensive about something, he would assume a confident stance. It worked for Micky like an attitude adjuster. He walked into the class room and took a seat by the windows, letting the sun shine through and land on his desk. After a few minutes of organizing his station, the bell rang and the class officially began. 

Micky opened up his homework binder, opening up to the page that was dated 'Wednesday, March 20 2016'. The previous night, Micky didn't have a whole bunch of time to do his homework, and unlike some other students, he didn't really feel that strongly about it. Instead, Micky spent the previous day tweaking and performing a new exercise routine. A routine that pushed his out of shape body while still being reasonably doable. Now, Micky is left with a half completed sheet of homework. He browsed through his the work he had done, noticing some of the errors and mistakes he'd made. 

[color=aba000]"Damn, should've paid more attention!"[/color] Micky whispered to himself. 

Being lost in thought, Micky didn't even hear the teacher introduce the class, or the assignment. Luckily Micky did catch the ending, as he finally tuned in he heard the teacher say something about the project ending before the years final exams. The only thought that ran through his mildly empty head was, [i] What project? How big is it? Whats it about?[/i] 

It was at that moment the teacher spoke again, instructing the student to sit by there partners. Micky felt the pressure in his chest building, not only was he totally caught of guard by this project, but now he has to do it with a partner? Micky wasn't the most popular kid, so he didn't want to just walk up to someone random and have them reject his proposal. Instead he decided he'd sit in his seat and wait for someone to ask him, and if no-one asks him, then he'll just wait for the teacher to randomly select him his partner. [i]I'll play it off all cool and stuff, act like i wasn't listening or pay attention or something...yeah, that'll work ![/i]