We’re told that they were allowed to choose their own lab partners, which is why Nora isn’t doing this with Patch. And THANK GOD FOR THAT.
Is it a new trend for protagonists to have crappy best friends or something? I know the "abusive, creepy douche being the love interest" is gaining popularity, but is "crappy best friend" joining in on this?
Wait a sec, are they all talking about while in class, checking blood pressure? And...is no one overhearing them? I mean, sheesh, how big is this classroom?
He feels Vee’s pulse and, seeing that it’s not as low as it ought to be, asks if she refrained from all activities for the five minutes. You know, when I was in high school and we did this, we didn't go only once. The teachers made us try three times, and if it wasn't as low as it should have been any of those three times, well, they just assumed we had faster pulses than most people. It happened. Why isn't the teacher doing that?
AND ARE YOU EFFING SERIOUS? NORA IS TOLD TO STAY AWAY--AND SHE THINKS--Okay, you know what? Spitefic time. I don't know the original Greene dialogue, but...
"This boy, Patch." Miss Greene's voice was hard. "Stay away from him. Don't go anywhere alone with him, ever, an--what's the matter?"
As she had said that warning, I'd felt my eyes start to water. Hot tears fell rapidly from my eyes, and I started hiccuping, breathing harder than I'd been just a second ago.
Miss greene's stern, cold look was instantly replaced with one of concern. "Nora?"
"Help me!" I sobbed loudly, covering my face. A small part of me that was still able to think rationally wondered why I had asked her for help, but the other part of me, the part that was terrified, didn't listen. "Miss Greene, please, I--I'm trying to stay away!" I wailed. "But he won't leave me alone! I--I think he's stalking me, he keeps making these awful comments to me, he just scares me so much and no one does anything because they don't think it's that bad and even my best fucking friend doesn't care, and no one will help me and I'm scaaaared!" I screamed, falling to the floor in a crying, shaking ball. As I wept, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, then felt arms go around me. It took a few moments for me to realize that Miss Greene was speaking softly.
That had been a trick my mother knew when I was little...I had no choice but to cry softer and softer til I stopped, so I could hear what Miss Greene was saying.
"Shhhh, sh-sh-shhh..." Miss Greene whispered, rubbing my back. It was amazing how much warmer she sounded than she had a minute ago. "Shhh, it's alright. I was afraid he would do this." That hard edge was back. "You're not the first girl he's tried to reel in."
"Wh-what?" I hicupped, looking up at her and wiping my eyes.
She wasn't listening. "Well, no more. No more of this...I can't stand back and watch him drive another maiden to tears and terrorize her before...claiming her like a trophy," she spat.
Was it my imagination, or was she glowing?
"What are you--?" I began to ask, but that moment, Miss Greene pulled away, and I was temporarily blinded by a flash of bright light. I screamed and covered my eyes--and a second later, I felt warmer. Safe. I felt--no, I knew Patch wouldn't be able to hurt me, not now, not ever again.
"Stay here, child," I heard a voice say. It sounded remarkably like Miss Greene, but there was a weird sound to it--like there were multiple Miss Greenes and they were all echoing. "I've set up a barrier around the house. His kind can't cross it...When I'm through with him, he will not trouble anyone ever again."
I heard a rush of air, the sound of wings flapping, a feather brushed against my cheek--and then she was gone.
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Date: 2011-07-28 11:54 pm (UTC)And THANK GOD FOR THAT.
Is it a new trend for protagonists to have crappy best friends or something? I know the "abusive, creepy douche being the love interest" is gaining popularity, but is "crappy best friend" joining in on this?
Wait a sec, are they all talking about while in class, checking blood pressure? And...is no one overhearing them? I mean, sheesh, how big is this classroom?
He feels Vee’s pulse and, seeing that it’s not as low as it ought to be, asks if she refrained from all activities for the five minutes.
You know, when I was in high school and we did this, we didn't go only once. The teachers made us try three times, and if it wasn't as low as it should have been any of those three times, well, they just assumed we had faster pulses than most people. It happened. Why isn't the teacher doing that?
AND ARE YOU EFFING SERIOUS? NORA IS TOLD TO STAY AWAY--AND SHE THINKS--Okay, you know what?
Spitefic time. I don't know the original Greene dialogue, but...
"This boy, Patch." Miss Greene's voice was hard. "Stay away from him. Don't go anywhere alone with him, ever, an--what's the matter?"
As she had said that warning, I'd felt my eyes start to water. Hot tears fell rapidly from my eyes, and I started hiccuping, breathing harder than I'd been just a second ago.
Miss greene's stern, cold look was instantly replaced with one of concern. "Nora?"
"Help me!" I sobbed loudly, covering my face. A small part of me that was still able to think rationally wondered why I had asked her for help, but the other part of me, the part that was terrified, didn't listen. "Miss Greene, please, I--I'm trying to stay away!" I wailed. "But he won't leave me alone! I--I think he's stalking me, he keeps making these awful comments to me, he just scares me so much and no one does anything because they don't think it's that bad and even my best fucking friend doesn't care, and no one will help me and I'm scaaaared!" I screamed, falling to the floor in a crying, shaking ball. As I wept, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, then felt arms go around me. It took a few moments for me to realize that Miss Greene was speaking softly.
That had been a trick my mother knew when I was little...I had no choice but to cry softer and softer til I stopped, so I could hear what Miss Greene was saying.
"Shhhh, sh-sh-shhh..." Miss Greene whispered, rubbing my back. It was amazing how much warmer she sounded than she had a minute ago. "Shhh, it's alright. I was afraid he would do this." That hard edge was back. "You're not the first girl he's tried to reel in."
"Wh-what?" I hicupped, looking up at her and wiping my eyes.
She wasn't listening. "Well, no more. No more of this...I can't stand back and watch him drive another maiden to tears and terrorize her before...claiming her like a trophy," she spat.
Was it my imagination, or was she glowing?
"What are you--?" I began to ask, but that moment, Miss Greene pulled away, and I was temporarily blinded by a flash of bright light. I screamed and covered my eyes--and a second later, I felt warmer. Safe. I felt--no, I knew Patch wouldn't be able to hurt me, not now, not ever again.
"Stay here, child," I heard a voice say. It sounded remarkably like Miss Greene, but there was a weird sound to it--like there were multiple Miss Greenes and they were all echoing. "I've set up a barrier around the house. His kind can't cross it...When I'm through with him, he will not trouble anyone ever again."
I heard a rush of air, the sound of wings flapping, a feather brushed against my cheek--and then she was gone.