"So you see, Professor, Psychological Manipulation is truly a wondrous craft, something to marvel at, and fear. With the thoughts of my study, I leave you to think on just how problematic Psychological Manipulation could be if left in the wrong hands, hands such as mine." And with that Adira turns on her heel and struts down the walkway towards the old wooden doors, as her pale hand reaches for the doorknob the sound of a large book falling on the cold floor freezes her hand in midair, and the Professors dead, emotionless voice says a stress inducing sentence, one that she will never forget.
"A phenomenal experiment, however, I see one fatal flaw." His crisp words send a shiver down her now rigid spine. /What could he be talking about?/ She
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"No games, Professor, the straight truth." Our poor, meek Professor is just the slightest bit surprised at Adira's reaction, not once did he calculate this type of back talk. She's never spoken to him like this before, she used to respect him, and stand up to anyone who bad talked him. But no, that is not the case this time. Adira no longer has any respect for the Professor, he lost every ounce of it when he kept her from walking out the door, kept her from celebrating her victory over the Great Professor.
"Fine, if you're sure that's what you want?" He says, turning a declarative sentence into a question, raising his peppered eyebrows[that seem to be hosting a rebellion, I can almost hear that long squiggly hair that's right on the bridge of his nose screaming "WE SHALL NOT BE TAMED, NOT BY TRIM, HAIR GEL, NOR LASER!"]. Adira nods her head, up and down, up and down, as firmly as one can when in the presence of the Professor.
"You are in love with the boy." says the Professor, a smirk playing across his lips. As the Professor sits in his posh leather chair Adira turns sharply and walks, once again, down the walkway and towards the wood doors. Her hand grasps the cold metal of the doorknob and once she's halfway out the door the Professor says one last thing.
"Oh, one more thing Adira." he says, getting her attention, she doesn't turn around, but rather just replies with a tearful
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“I see you Mr. Adza, I see right through you. You think you can charm your way out of any situation with your big smile and smooth way with words, but you can’t just coast through life with this sort of arrogant, nonchalant attitude. One day its really gonna bite you in the ass,” said Mr. Jansen, as he towered over my desk. Most of the class had scurried out at the sound of the school bell. I was simply trying to explain to the man that my random outbursts in class actually did him a favor because it loosened my classmates up, freeing their mind for the learning process. In fact, Mr. Jansen and I were actually a team. We were the dream team! I was the comic relief and he was the scholar. We went hand in hand.
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she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
What I found most baffling was how I was completely oblivious to the control that alcohol had on my life. The family tried explaining the pliers-like grip it had on me, but they would further have to explain how I became very defensive when they did so, They indicated how I would incite arguments and become very ill-tempered in response to my inability to calm my cravings. However, I couldn 't even begin to conceive of myself displaying such behavior, especially towards my own family. Learning how my actions had hurt them in such a manner was perhaps the most difficult part to accept as it caused a mass of sorrow to fluctuate my heart and flood my eyes with tears on a regular base. I thought, endeavoring to wrap my mind around it all was literally incomprehensible. Still, something or someone had to be the voice of reason behind the broken furniture, busted walls, and smashed mirrors throughout the house. I came to grips with the fact that everyone could not have been fashioning the exact same fabrication about me and my sudden outbursts.
Jane’s initial confrontation with Mr. Brocklehurst inside the school leaves her in misery as she i...
As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness—had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Tukenasville, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under steer weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every planet in the macrocosm. People called me Nikolaou Gonfalon. I was the last of the Warriors of Phos. Long ago, the Sisters of Moiré ordained my doomed fate. I tried to bargain with them to change it, but in the end, I captured them and locked them up in a repository on a cliff. I was to lead the expedition to find the cure for the Midnight Theft. That, however, was not the reason why I would go on this journey. My best friend, Tolem, was dying of a rare illness called Takigifeay. It was causing the slow built up of lactic acid on his bones. I knew that death would come to him soon. Legend spoke about a necklace that can bring life to anyone or thing. It was said to have been belonged to an Oceanian, one of the water people. The Lost Jade Necklace of Serenity was what it was called, and it could bring healing to the Earth. Nonetheless, it could be the obliteration of mankind, also. I began to pack since my journey was to start at that moment.