"All right!" said Mr. Bryer. "Looks like we're ready to play the 'Get-To-Know-You' game! To play this game, you just go to the front of the room, say your name, and say something interesting about yourself. First up, we'll have Steven Allen."

Steven walked up to the front of the room. I smiled at him. He looked back at me and smiled, and I could see right into his eyes. They were blue, like mine. Steven said, "My name is Steven Allen, but you can call me Steve. My dad's name is Steven, too. That's where my name comes from. I have a little brother named Stover, which is my mom's maiden name. But everyone calls him Clover because of his obsession with plants." I giggled at the last thing he said. He smiled again at me, and then he went to go sit down.

We all seemed to know who would go next since it was in alphabetical order. Jodi Beat was going up to the front, and we knew it was her turn. Mr. Bryer didn't even need to tell us. Jodi said, "My name is Jodi Beat, and I love music. I have a dog named Rock N. Roll, but I just call him Rock. He's the best!" She went back to her seat.

It was now Natalie's turn. I was excited to see her at the front of the room. She said, "My name is Natalie Fenwood, and I have a best friend down there in the crowd. Her name is Jessica McKellen, and she'll introduce herself later!" Natalie grinned, and as she walked back to her seat, she high-fived me.

Daisy Golding was next. She somehow made it to the front and said, "My name is Daisy Golding, and I love everything from flowers to puppies to sweet little butterflies." She was very shy, and she quietly (very quietly) tiptoed back to her seat.

Now guess who was staring at the speaker? Natalie! The only reason why was that Trey Jing was next, and she's crazy over him. Once he got to the front, he said, "My name is Trey Jing, and it rhymes with Beijing. I was born there, and my grandparents live there." He looked at Natalie and smiled. I think he knew what she was thinking. In some way, he could read minds. He walked back to his seat, still smiling.

Next, it was the absolute worst girl in the entire grade's turn. Veronica Mayfield was going next. She strolled to the front of the classroom, wearing her mom's high heels and her fanciest, nicest clothes. She said, "My name is Veronica Mayfield. I love everything about the hottest new looks, and if you tell me something about them, it doesn't matter. I'm still Veronica Mayfield, the worst best girl at TES." She strolled back to her seat with the most evil little smirk on her face. This was going to be a long school year.