BTW: This book is about Blossom's POV.
Chapter One - Automatic
The rush of school hours. The adrenaline that courses through your veins with every passing second. anda know that anda can beat the bel, bell if anda just push yourself a little further. The exhaustion kicks in. The weight of another tardy pass rests in your hands. I'm going to make it. I'm going to make it. anda think, that when anda finally bust through the doors, barely holding onto your backpack, that you've steered clear of the 'late student' cursing entitlement as anda pass oleh the front desk, but then, anda run into a big - red - stop sign.
Jolting back, I fell directly on my bum, as my things were scattered across the hallway from the unzipped zipper on my bag. Rubbing my head, I glanced up, blinking once from the damaging amount of illumination that slipped into my eyes, caused oleh the florescent lights overhead. Blurry for a moment, I focused in on a familiar face. And unpleasant familiar face.
"Blossy, don't anda think that anda need to watch we're you're going? anda could've hurt someone!" Brick exclaimed, seeing the pain I was caused. Laughing along with his friends, Ethan and Jayden, at my excruciating appearance, he slipped them a quick 'bounce', unconcerned about needy others.
Typical. Not just for him, but for most boys at my school. They urge for one thing, and one thing only, which somehow manages to win them this prize of prerogative, while the female is charged as if she was a criminal. He acts like he cares, but ends up leaving when all is berkata and done. Then she burdens the child, and nurtures it on her own, all while the one with lack of self-control, and dignity, wins a new ranking with the guys, and she hits an all-time low. Why they crave it? I don't know, but it always turns out the same.
So in other words, Brick was just another, competitive and typical male at my school, but I despised him all the more. My reasoning? No clue, why don't anda ask him. He's the one that insists on ruining my life to the point of utter hell. He hates me, and never fails to make me look like a complete buffoon in front of everyone else. He has to win at every game we play, including this one. And what's with the pet names? 'Blossy'? Who comes up with such immature, insensible context? He's what I like to call, redundant.
Bruised at the knees, I arched my eyebrows, and huffed under my breath. How could I expect him to understand my humiliation, as others about the hallway, heading to class, pointed and laughed? Pulling down my plaid skirt, so that it reached just below mid-thigh, I gathered my things closest to me at first, and made my way outward. Soon I collected every spilled out item, and stored it away, properly in my backpack. However, just as I was about to assist myself up, I noticed my special berwarna merah muda, merah muda ink pen my father got for me on his vacation to Rome.
Keeping it firmly under his sneaker, it was in serious risk of being smashed oleh his big feet. "Missing something?" he inquired, well aware that this was my favorit menulis tool, being as I used it in every class. It was my signature thing, and I wasn't going to let him strip me from it.
Slowly rising up, I made eye contact with him, and crossed my arms. While he hovered nearly a foot over my height, I held strong. "Give me the pen, Brick."
Bending over to pick it up, he held it loosely, examining it, as if he was actually interested. He had no use for such a thing, but insisted on akting like he had gained the world, merely because it was aggregating me, and he knew that I wasn't going to do anything about it. I'm too much of a 'good girl' for that sort of violence. I'd never stoop so low. "Why would I give anda back your precious little pen, when I could keep it for myself?"
"We all know that berwarna merah muda, merah muda isn't your color, Brick, now give it back!"
"Uh-oh, is someone getting mad? Are anda gonna cry? atau are anda gonna fight?" he teased, being backed up oleh his friends all the way. They were loyal to him, so not only was he suggesting I beat him off, he was suggesting I beat them off as well. Constantly trying to get me to do wrong, he always hunted for a grim old fashion fight, but I wasn't going to give him what he asked for.
There was hardly anything I could do. I mean, what choice did I have at this point? kaus kaki him in the nose, and get detention for the rest of the year, which is exactly what he wants! What would that do to my permanent record? It was hardly worth it, anyway, revenge isn't nearly as sweet as you'd believe, but that wasn't even the problem! How could he be as cruel as to steal something he doesn't even want? "Look, it's my pen, and anda have no use for it, so what good could it possibly do for you? It has no meaning, so please, just give it back to me!" I pleaded.
"Or what? Are anda going to make me?" he questioned, taking a step in closer. This caused me to push up on-to my tippy toes, as I lifted a finger at him, signaling my urge to speak. Gathering up the right words in my head, I thought, and pondered, and I quickly backed down before carrying any of my hidden desires out. Smug, he was grinning, as I looked in the other direction. "That's what I thought. You're too much of a goody-goody, huh?" Just as he finished his speech, the bel, bell rang, and everyone that came to watch the show, went into their nearby homerooms. "See anda in third period, doll face," he added, being as we shared the same Drafting elective.
Standing there in silence, as he scooted past me to go into his first session, he dropped the pen in front of him, and stepped on it. Flinching from the crackling noise, ink squirted the surrounding area, along with the back of my shoe. He then entered the classroom, while mine was at the end of the hall, but I couldn't move. With every passing statement, and everything done, I couldn't help but automatically hate him. And I don't even believe in the word 'hate'.
Needless to say, sooner atau later I did find the jantung to dwell on, being as it was just a pen, nevertheless that was hardly what was bothering me. So I sat down, tardy, for Sociology as always. Taking out all of my needed materials, I ensued a task after task, and queued in on our teacher, Mrs. Frones. The baru saja topics we have been studying lately were marriages and divorces. A thousand word essay was due oleh Friday – tomorrow, on all of the things covered last week. This was no biggie, being as I already finished it, so I was not panicked when a pop kuis was added to the agenda.
The paper was passed back until it was diberikan to me, and I did the same, so that the cycle could continue on.
Application atau testing of a theory atau concept:
The application assignment asks anda to apply a concept atau theoretical perspective to a specific example. In other words, it tests your practical understanding of theories and ideas oleh asking anda to explain how well they apply to actual social phenomena. In order to successfully apply a theory to a new case, anda must include the following steps:
The test asked, giving me four choices of jawaban to choose from. Rereading the answers, I chose letter 'C'.
"C: Have a clear understanding of the theory itself,: Choose an appropriate case study,: Analyzing. Just like making an analogy, anda are arguing that these two things (the theory and the example) are similar," I spoke quietly.
When all twenty five questioned were answered, I was the first one done, and proceeded to the front of the class, proud as I believed that all of my jawaban were correct! Here's to hoping they were at least. I've been studying practically nonstop for the past week. I'm praying that it paid off, while I normally tend to make good grades, since I'm an A average student, anda can still slip up every now and then, but now isn't a good time for me. Nearing the end of junior year, almost all tests count towards your final grade!
Bringing in my finished assignment, I returned to my kursi and pulled out a book to read until the bel, bell rang once more. It was my favorit book, Born in Ice oleh Nora Roberts. One that I had discovered in my book club, many years back, and have come to read over fifteen times! A woman that can maintain complete control over anything, including her own emotions, and a man who begins a troubled soul who avoided love, ended up falling for her! A sweet, and satisfying read. I turned the page, and went on with my romantic novel. Passing another chapter, close to as soon as the last student turned in there test, I put it away
Leaving my hand made bookmark, with white renda trim, and a berwarna merah muda, merah muda silk ribbon, were I had just finished reading, we began continuing the last activities planned oleh the teacher.
Then soon I was diberikan the chance to go to my locker, put away my things, and assemble the selanjutnya essentials for detik period. Biology wasn't my favorit class, being as I had already studied most of it in ninth grade, I made it through, thanks to my good friend, Trisha. Grabbing my text book, I shut my locker, twisting the combination in the opposite direction, and walked across the corridor.
Chapter One - Automatic
The rush of school hours. The adrenaline that courses through your veins with every passing second. anda know that anda can beat the bel, bell if anda just push yourself a little further. The exhaustion kicks in. The weight of another tardy pass rests in your hands. I'm going to make it. I'm going to make it. anda think, that when anda finally bust through the doors, barely holding onto your backpack, that you've steered clear of the 'late student' cursing entitlement as anda pass oleh the front desk, but then, anda run into a big - red - stop sign.
Jolting back, I fell directly on my bum, as my things were scattered across the hallway from the unzipped zipper on my bag. Rubbing my head, I glanced up, blinking once from the damaging amount of illumination that slipped into my eyes, caused oleh the florescent lights overhead. Blurry for a moment, I focused in on a familiar face. And unpleasant familiar face.
"Blossy, don't anda think that anda need to watch we're you're going? anda could've hurt someone!" Brick exclaimed, seeing the pain I was caused. Laughing along with his friends, Ethan and Jayden, at my excruciating appearance, he slipped them a quick 'bounce', unconcerned about needy others.
Typical. Not just for him, but for most boys at my school. They urge for one thing, and one thing only, which somehow manages to win them this prize of prerogative, while the female is charged as if she was a criminal. He acts like he cares, but ends up leaving when all is berkata and done. Then she burdens the child, and nurtures it on her own, all while the one with lack of self-control, and dignity, wins a new ranking with the guys, and she hits an all-time low. Why they crave it? I don't know, but it always turns out the same.
So in other words, Brick was just another, competitive and typical male at my school, but I despised him all the more. My reasoning? No clue, why don't anda ask him. He's the one that insists on ruining my life to the point of utter hell. He hates me, and never fails to make me look like a complete buffoon in front of everyone else. He has to win at every game we play, including this one. And what's with the pet names? 'Blossy'? Who comes up with such immature, insensible context? He's what I like to call, redundant.
Bruised at the knees, I arched my eyebrows, and huffed under my breath. How could I expect him to understand my humiliation, as others about the hallway, heading to class, pointed and laughed? Pulling down my plaid skirt, so that it reached just below mid-thigh, I gathered my things closest to me at first, and made my way outward. Soon I collected every spilled out item, and stored it away, properly in my backpack. However, just as I was about to assist myself up, I noticed my special berwarna merah muda, merah muda ink pen my father got for me on his vacation to Rome.
Keeping it firmly under his sneaker, it was in serious risk of being smashed oleh his big feet. "Missing something?" he inquired, well aware that this was my favorit menulis tool, being as I used it in every class. It was my signature thing, and I wasn't going to let him strip me from it.
Slowly rising up, I made eye contact with him, and crossed my arms. While he hovered nearly a foot over my height, I held strong. "Give me the pen, Brick."
Bending over to pick it up, he held it loosely, examining it, as if he was actually interested. He had no use for such a thing, but insisted on akting like he had gained the world, merely because it was aggregating me, and he knew that I wasn't going to do anything about it. I'm too much of a 'good girl' for that sort of violence. I'd never stoop so low. "Why would I give anda back your precious little pen, when I could keep it for myself?"
"We all know that berwarna merah muda, merah muda isn't your color, Brick, now give it back!"
"Uh-oh, is someone getting mad? Are anda gonna cry? atau are anda gonna fight?" he teased, being backed up oleh his friends all the way. They were loyal to him, so not only was he suggesting I beat him off, he was suggesting I beat them off as well. Constantly trying to get me to do wrong, he always hunted for a grim old fashion fight, but I wasn't going to give him what he asked for.
There was hardly anything I could do. I mean, what choice did I have at this point? kaus kaki him in the nose, and get detention for the rest of the year, which is exactly what he wants! What would that do to my permanent record? It was hardly worth it, anyway, revenge isn't nearly as sweet as you'd believe, but that wasn't even the problem! How could he be as cruel as to steal something he doesn't even want? "Look, it's my pen, and anda have no use for it, so what good could it possibly do for you? It has no meaning, so please, just give it back to me!" I pleaded.
"Or what? Are anda going to make me?" he questioned, taking a step in closer. This caused me to push up on-to my tippy toes, as I lifted a finger at him, signaling my urge to speak. Gathering up the right words in my head, I thought, and pondered, and I quickly backed down before carrying any of my hidden desires out. Smug, he was grinning, as I looked in the other direction. "That's what I thought. You're too much of a goody-goody, huh?" Just as he finished his speech, the bel, bell rang, and everyone that came to watch the show, went into their nearby homerooms. "See anda in third period, doll face," he added, being as we shared the same Drafting elective.
Standing there in silence, as he scooted past me to go into his first session, he dropped the pen in front of him, and stepped on it. Flinching from the crackling noise, ink squirted the surrounding area, along with the back of my shoe. He then entered the classroom, while mine was at the end of the hall, but I couldn't move. With every passing statement, and everything done, I couldn't help but automatically hate him. And I don't even believe in the word 'hate'.
Needless to say, sooner atau later I did find the jantung to dwell on, being as it was just a pen, nevertheless that was hardly what was bothering me. So I sat down, tardy, for Sociology as always. Taking out all of my needed materials, I ensued a task after task, and queued in on our teacher, Mrs. Frones. The baru saja topics we have been studying lately were marriages and divorces. A thousand word essay was due oleh Friday – tomorrow, on all of the things covered last week. This was no biggie, being as I already finished it, so I was not panicked when a pop kuis was added to the agenda.
The paper was passed back until it was diberikan to me, and I did the same, so that the cycle could continue on.
Application atau testing of a theory atau concept:
The application assignment asks anda to apply a concept atau theoretical perspective to a specific example. In other words, it tests your practical understanding of theories and ideas oleh asking anda to explain how well they apply to actual social phenomena. In order to successfully apply a theory to a new case, anda must include the following steps:
The test asked, giving me four choices of jawaban to choose from. Rereading the answers, I chose letter 'C'.
"C: Have a clear understanding of the theory itself,: Choose an appropriate case study,: Analyzing. Just like making an analogy, anda are arguing that these two things (the theory and the example) are similar," I spoke quietly.
When all twenty five questioned were answered, I was the first one done, and proceeded to the front of the class, proud as I believed that all of my jawaban were correct! Here's to hoping they were at least. I've been studying practically nonstop for the past week. I'm praying that it paid off, while I normally tend to make good grades, since I'm an A average student, anda can still slip up every now and then, but now isn't a good time for me. Nearing the end of junior year, almost all tests count towards your final grade!
Bringing in my finished assignment, I returned to my kursi and pulled out a book to read until the bel, bell rang once more. It was my favorit book, Born in Ice oleh Nora Roberts. One that I had discovered in my book club, many years back, and have come to read over fifteen times! A woman that can maintain complete control over anything, including her own emotions, and a man who begins a troubled soul who avoided love, ended up falling for her! A sweet, and satisfying read. I turned the page, and went on with my romantic novel. Passing another chapter, close to as soon as the last student turned in there test, I put it away
Leaving my hand made bookmark, with white renda trim, and a berwarna merah muda, merah muda silk ribbon, were I had just finished reading, we began continuing the last activities planned oleh the teacher.
Then soon I was diberikan the chance to go to my locker, put away my things, and assemble the selanjutnya essentials for detik period. Biology wasn't my favorit class, being as I had already studied most of it in ninth grade, I made it through, thanks to my good friend, Trisha. Grabbing my text book, I shut my locker, twisting the combination in the opposite direction, and walked across the corridor.