Textbook Maniac 소설 & 이야기

I said, my voice completely flat and devoid of emotion. Instead of moving away, Marcus reached out his large, heavy hand and snatched my textbook off the table. He flipped through the pages carelessly, his smirk growing wider. "This book belongs to the academy. It's too expensive for trash like you to touch." Before I could stand up, a bright, hot spark of red magic flared from Marcus’s hand. He used his fire affinity to ignite the edges of the paper. Within seconds, the textbook erupted into bright orange flames. The students around us gasped, backing away as Marcus threw the burning book onto the stone floor. The pages curled and turned to black ash right in front of me, the smell of smoke

“Mr. Thorthon!” Alex immediately lowers his voice. “I meant we’re done people.” Coach rolls his eyes before retreating. Alex turns to us, grinning. “Worth it.” A while later, Maya joins us carrying enough notebooks to supply a small library. “I don’t ever want to look at another textbook again.” “You’ll be saying that until college starts,” Tyler says. She groans. “Don’t remind me.” Jake walks past us, stuffing his headphones into his backpack. “Anyone else think that History exam was written by Satan?”

I supposed Bobst library became my official escape place when everything around me goes wrong. My eyes travel on the title of the textbook. The Oxford Handbook of Emotion, Social Cognition, and Problem Solving in Adulthood. I’m reading this in advance, because I’m bored. I know I’m weird when my boredom visits me. I can read all the textbooks in Psychology if that happens like what I’m doing right now. “Are you just going to read those all day?” “Nice seeing you here, Tranquil.” The man snorted while looking at my textbooks. He sat down in front of me and placed his things. I arched my eyebrow at him as I point the cute bunny keychain on his bag.

My teacher stared at me like a crazy person throughout the entire class, but nothing else was different. I walked out as soon as the class was done. I’d barely paid attention. Too excited to see Niccolo. I don’t have his class for another two hours, so I wasted it at a cafe next to his building. Same building as Romeo’s class, but on different floors. I spent my time in the cafe reading a textbook recommended for Romeo’s class. Understanding the theorized version of shifting isn’t all that hard. I’m a nerd. Or I used to be. I read a lot of things out of boredom. With a strong memory, I can quote many textbooks after reading them once.

Amber pauses as she take a huge accounting textbook from the shelf. "Being a nerd really sucks" Amber quietly approach the empty seat with the textbook , she sit gradually and begin flipping through the pages. "Even on my last day, I really love accounting" "Who ruined my almost perfect life?" "Will this horrible news get to my family?" "What will they do?" Amber ponders abstractly in her mind and to end the wild thoughts, she stamp her hand hardly on the textbook disrupting everyone's attention. "Who's that?" the liberian scream from the entrance centre and Amber quietly bury her head on the textbook.

Because of a guy whose face I haven't even seen yet? Blame my hormones. I'm an 19 years old girl. I'm not supposed to feel like a 17 years old dude! Shoot. I lean closer to see more. The book. What was he reading? 'Microeconometrics in Business Management.' A sigh of relief escapes my lips. At least, it isn't some kind of p**n magazine. I don't want a pervert hanging around in my brother's house. Our house, now. My parents' house, technically. Whatever.

“How long have I been out?” “About an hour. This is quite a unique book. I think you’d find it interesting as well. Miriam wrote about you.” “What the hell?” he said with a deep frown. “She didn’t mention you by name, but she definitely wrote about you and your brother Andrew. Listen,” she said and began reading out loud: A Sex Maniac’s Journal By Dr. Miriam Bachmeier Chapter four My First Encounter

Dean growled within me, warning me not to touch him. “Relax,” I said to Dean but he wasn't having it. “If you hit him again, I'm going to transform in front of him,” Dean voiced. “You wouldn't dare!’ “Try me.” “I'm not going to hit him.” “Um…is everything okay?” Dante asked, his soft voice penetrating my internal dilemma. “Yes, I have your textbook,” I answered. He nodded carefully, “C…can I have it?” “Sure,” I shrugged and took off my backpack and brought out the textbook. He tried to take it, but I took it out of his reach and he frowned.

Monica discovered that after the teacher finished, all the candidates in the exam room quickly took their textbooks and review materials in their bags for a final review. In the classroom where all the people were madly flipping through the books and notes, Monica only sat quietly in his seat since he knew that he didn't have to do that and he didn't bring a book, though, he hoped to bring some book since waiting had always been a boring thing. Koharu looked at Monica with quite a strange expression, wondering whether this boy was very good at studying. She couldn't see a nervous expression on his face, or rather, she could see that he was very calm and at the same time, he was very handsome