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A tall, lean man with a tight-set jaw and hollow cheeks walked in. He was wearing thick, brown-rimmed glasses and his head was shaved clean. The muscles under his light gray suit looked bulky. “Principal Hendricks,”
Ms. Johnson
teacher. also a part of Mr Hendricks plan
She was thin, pale, with curly dark hair cut short around her ears.
He’d drawn the word “poem” into a rose unfolding into bloom. It was so lifelike that if it wasn’t for the fact that it was in pencil, I would have thought it was real.
do you have a copy of what this would look like
North slumped very low in his chair and leaned back. His head was almost back against my desk.
he yells because he cares.”
“I also need you to trust me,” he said softly. “Beyond doubt. Beyond probably what you’ve ever been
comfortable with in your life. If you’ll allow me the chance...” His lips pursed as he scrutinized my eyes.
what was he going to say here? he ended the sentence without continuing
he jumped, rubbing where my fingers brushed his neck as if I had pinched him.
why did Victor react this way
Mr. Morris
thin man, with small eyes and a closely cropped head of dark hair.
I turned and my heart dropped into my shoes in horror as I faced a bristling
Mr. McCoy, the vice-principal.
“I don’t think this was your fault. He was watching us from down the hall and when we got close, he leaned into you. He was waiting for this.”
“M'aresei o tropos pos gelas,”
“Kimi ga ite shiawase. Koi ni ochite shimatta.”
Coach French,
In my mind, the dark mystery school I envisioned the Academy being was full of ninjas all sparring in silence.
Gabriel’s musky wood
His poem was about a lost princess in a tower and a prince pining for her from the ground. He threw apples up to her every day hoping she would eat them and think of him. One day he hit her in the head and she fell from the tower and she died. The prince felt so bad he took her to a mountaintop where he held on to her until he froze to death in the night, binding him and her together forever in ice.
have a copy?
“Don’t be so cruel, Sang. You didn’t tell us you could cook and now that you’ve made something and it smells really good, you won’t let me taste it.”
“She...” Gabriel started to say but I caught Kota shooting him a look. Gabriel blushed, looking down at the floor.
what was Gabriel about to say
didn’t tell them about my knees,
I felt his eyes on my face but I couldn’t look at him when I was touching him in such a way.
what is he thinking while she is rubbing this on him
ignoring the questions he was asking as I left.
what questions
I dreamed I was trapped inside a car. I didn’t know how to drive and I was turning the wheel, pushing the breaks. The car careened down a hill and the ground was tilting. Cars raced around me. I was going to crash.
witch tried to make a bargain with him. She would give him the sweetest apple that would win over his love’s heart if he traded his voice for it. He agreed, won over the princess, and together they tricked the witch to get his voice back.
One of them mumbled something, but his words were so mashed together I couldn’t understand him. The others around him laughed. I couldn’t help but blush and they laughed some more.
what did he mumble
My poem was about hidden hearts being everywhere in the world, and a little girl who was the only one who could see them. Her parents thought she was crazy, and they locked her up in an asylum. She was released only when she promised never to talk about hidden hearts again. It was sad, and I didn’t think it was really finished, but I didn’t have an ending.
copy?
“Hmm.” His hand went to his chin. He turned around and headed toward the piano.
was does he think about her mom allowing Marie to be in music but not her
“Do you understand what that means?”
how does he feel about the boys getting close to this girl
Mr. Blackbourne stiffened.
why did he rest this way
“The school board is after me to make sure the boys become the ‘ideal’ students for this school.
Does Mr. Blackbourne ever ask to see these so called emails from the school board?
Why didn’t he say I wasn’t his student?
why are they letting the principal assume she is an academy student
“Let’s hope Kota knows what he’s doing with you.”
“Okay. You’re cute and you can cook.” He spoke up, looking at the others. “That’s it. We’re keeping her.”
He was a big guy with red hair and broad shoulders. His freckled cheeks puffed out as he grinned.
“Mike,
“Never gone on a date and you’ve just been asked to get married,” he said. “I think that’s a first.” He grabbed my hand, turning to walk back. “Let’s go before he comes back with a ring.”
North dug into his pockets and pulled out a handful of folded notes in his pockets. He opened each of them on
his lap, flattening the papers and checking the signatures.
hiragana
I blamed my insatiable curiosity and my desire to please Kota and the others. I was hooked on their faces, their smells, and their touches, and the possibility of belonging with them.
Gabriel was at the heart of the group , pressed up against the wall by a large guy who had forearms as big as his neck.
His short, curly brown hair looked greasy. Random pimples splattered his face.
The guy’s hand moved into a fist again but my hand shot out, cupping around his knuckles.
He let go of Victor, whirled with his hand out. It made contact with my face.
He shuddered against me.
how did Victor feel when he saw sang this way
“Oh god, it was beautiful. She stormed down that hallway and I swear if it wasn’t because she was so small, she’d have kicked their asses. If I wasn’t so pissed off, I’d kiss her right now.”
“Normalcy was never my strong suit,”
