This might just be the bane of Charlene’s existence. Not only had she have to team up with someone for a school project, she had to work with someone in taking care of a bloody baby-toy. the biology teacher claimed this to be a very important lesson; one Charlie certainly could not comprehend.

To make things worse, her teammate was you, one of the school’s most popular jocks; basically a polar opposite to her own personality. Your friend group would often leave little comments about her and Frida; whispers in the hallways that were sure noticed by everyone.

The ‘jock’ term really seemed to apply to you. Only ever apparently capable of fulfilling sport-related tasks. Every day she spent with you, she lost a bit more of her sanity, she thought.

Time and time again, you kept proving unable to complete the simple task to keep the plastic child safe. Charlie gripped her notebook as she watched you try to feed the baby, a puff of air escaping her lips. “At this point, I feel like you’re doing this wrong with the sole purpose of spiting me.” She reached over, standing up from the dark wooden chair of her dinner room, and moving over to adjust your grip.