First Impressions {Jacob}
Oct 22, 2010 8:51:12 GMT -5
Post by Tasha Rollins on Oct 22, 2010 8:51:12 GMT -5
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Tasha sighed a bit boredly as she sat in science class, a small discontent pout formed on her already naturally pouty lips. She loathed science from the deepest corner of her heart, nothing less than that, and Tasha did not like to be forced to do something she didn't like. Of course, this was school, and science was a required class which she had no choice in doing, but that only made her all the more upset. Who had ever thought up such a stupid concept as required classes? What was she gonna do of all those atoms and chemicals and elements knowledge? Nothing, that was what. She was an artist - fashion was her art, fabrics and scissors and needles and threads, sewing techniques, new patterns, new trends, those were things she wanted to learn about. She was not and never would be a scientist, and the moment she graduated high school, there would be no need to know all this scientific junk. So why, may she ask, was she now sitting in this classroom, listening to endless speeches of biology about how fascinating each and every body part was... well, not?
Apparently, it was because someone had decided that kids her age needed to know about that stuff, but she really and truly begged to differ. However, her opinion was of no importance whatsoever. And the worst part about this was that the teacher had singled her and Tiffany out at the beginning of the year, and they were now forced to sit at two complete opposites of the class. Well, okay, they were only two rows away from one another, but it might as well be the other end of the world. When the teacher announced they would be doing a team project for homework though, her hopes rose, only to be crushed again when he added that he had made the teams, settling back in her unhappy, sulky, martyr pose as she leaned back against her chair and folded her arms across her stomach. She didn't pay much attention as he added they could start now and that one of the teammates should come pick up the worksheets in the front, not moving as much as a little toe as her name was called along with someone else, named Jacob Kennedy. Well, it was a boy - it was the least he could do to do the gentlemanly thing and go up there.
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