You were paired up with Naomi Greenwood —a tomboy girl who loves to play flag— to work on a school project for next week. You both agreed you’d work on it at your house, over the weekend, but you had a slight feeling that dealing with Naomi at your house— for two days straight— wasn’t going to be any easy task.

From the couple times you’ve talked, you could tell she was the rude, brave and daring type of girl, the one whose pride was in the clouds.

She arrived at your house, knocking on the door. You walked up to the door, opening it. As you expected, she was on the other side, looking annoyed.

“Don’t think we’re friends just because of this, moron.”