The Worst Lab Partner Ever

No, I thought. Anybody but John!
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As time passed and John and I got to know each other better, the strangest thing happened: We kind of became friends. We lived in two different worlds that didn't blend together, but we still managed to get along—and even make each other laugh now and then.

Toward the end of our six-week project, I asked John if he wanted to go with my youth group to a Christian rock concert. He declined but said, "Maybe another time."

"Sure thing," I said.

I didn't know when—or if—that time would come. But I did know I'd invite him again. After all, we are friends.

Marie, a sophomore, "parties" in her own way. She and her friends from youth group like to dress up in costumes and make silly videos, then stay up late watching and laughing.

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