How To Cover Textbook Novels & Stories

We reply at the same time. “Alright, I’m Dr. Ronald. Getting straight to business. For today’s class we’re not going to go so in depth. We’ll just test the waters sort off. And to test the waters, I’ll be giving a book recommendation for you to read as I will be making reference to the book a lot throughout the sessions we’ll have. It has a hard copy and a soft copy. You are required to get the hard copy.” He looked between us then continued. “ I always say, he who studies with hard cover has an edge over someone who studies with soft cover.”

“Because if that’s what I have to look forward to next year, I might just drop out now.” Knox finally looked up from whatever he was writing. “The books aren’t for me,” he said in that soft, even tone of his. “They’re for you.” I blinked. “What?” “For you,” he repeated, pushing one of the massive textbooks toward me. “If we’re going to fix your grades, you need to start with the fundamentals.” I stared at the book like it might bite me. “Knox, I can barely remember the lines in my jotter. You seriously expect me to read an entire textbook? This thing is like a thousand pages long!”

Shuffling to his locker, he pulled something out. She blinked at the brown covered book. "You'll have to read the entire thing. It is the only thing I will be testing you on. You have to understand everything in it." Celina pressed her lips together, opening the cover of the thick book to the first few pages. The pages were worn in and yellowing. Her nose wrinkled at that. "Do not fret, my child. I'll be teaching you all this kind of stuff. You're going to be working longer than the rest of the riders in training."He pointedly said. "We'll go over some of the easy rules mentioned in the book today. Does that sound good?"

However, he passed his hand to my back and brought out a math textbook that looked very huge. When I checked the name, it was a general textbook that consisted of most calculations and topics from each grade. I watched him as he carried it then folded the sleeve of his black shirt. His tattoo peeped from his cloth, they made him look hot. He sat across me and opened the textbook carefully.

She wipes her lips dry and sauntered back to her seat to close the textbooks and retire for the day. As she was approaching the table, a gentle breeze rolled through the window and flipped the pages of the textbooks over. Her hand shot to shield her face from dirt that might accompany the breeze. And then she walked to the window and shut them down. She was about to close the textbooks when her eyes caught a strange herb on the opened page. Ruby wanted to ignore it at first but then she saw that it looked familiar yet strange at the same time. Ruby settled back into her seat and picked the textbook up to examine it closely.

If nothing else, at least whatever was wrong with Liam had caused him to touch me, and as I gathered up my belongings and headed out the door, I could still feel the warmth from his hand on my shoulder. Our biology classroom was down the next hallway, so I had to hurry to my locker to switch out my textbook before I rushed to class. I had heard about some schools going to online textbooks, and I thought that sounded like a fabulous idea, especially since I had a bottom locker and Morgan Pence wasn’t always so careful when he opened his. I’d been the recipient of one too many book drops to the head already this year.

me frozen like a complete idiot, him trying to read my face for something I wasn’t sure I could give. I turned away quickly, yanking open my locker with way more force than necessary, and my textbooks tumbled out in response. I picked up the scattered books from the floor, letting out a deep, exhausted sigh, trying my best to avoid Frank’s gaze. I could feel his eyes on me, steady and questioning, maybe a bit hurt and pretending not to notice only tensed my shoulders further. I shoved the biology textbook and my notebook into my locker, slammed it shut with a loud bang that echoed down the hallway, and walked away as quickly as I could without making it look like I was running.

I needed to do something normal, something routine, to scrub the lingering sensation of Maya’s breath against my ear from my skin. I pulled a stack of textbooks out, Biochemistry, Anatomy, Organic Chemistry, and placed them on the desk, aligning the spines perfectly with the edge of the wood. Thud. Thud. Thud. The rhythm was soothing. It was the sound of order. It was the sound of the next four years going exactly according to plan. Behind me, the rustle of fabric was too loud, too deliberate. I didn’t turn around. I focused on lining up my highlighters in a color scheme, yellow, orange, pink, green.

My fingers brushed the edge of the cover, but I couldn't quite get a grip on it. Before I could bend down further or try to shift the heavy desk myself, a shadow fell across the bedroom floor. A hand reached directly past my shoulder into the narrow gap. Xavier’s broad frame leaned over mine, his arm easily brushing against my side as his longer fingers hooked around the spine of the fallen textbook. With a single, fluid motion, he pulled the heavy manual out of the dark slot and straightened up. I sat back on my heels, looking up at him as he held the book out to me.

“Get your required books out now. Let’s start.” I fumbled nervously with my bag, finally pulling out my book, but I could distinctly feel his eyes still fixed on me. He walked slowly down the main aisle, stopping right next to my desk. “Noah,” he said, his voice smooth but firm, “where exactly is your textbook?” I held it up quickly, my hands trembling slightly. “Here,” I said, trying not to look directly at him. “Good,” he said, leaning closer to my space. “Pay close attention this time, Noah. No zoning out of the lesson.”