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[charlotte hope knight]

EVERYBODY TALKS TOO MUCH

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Her mom, being the tight-knit, hard-working, high-expectations mother she was, had pretty much forced Charlotte to get herself out of the dance studio and come down to the bookstore to purchase some review books for her fully and thorough planned career as a doctor. But Charlotte, terrified of any prospect of math or science – and she had tried to force herself to like that kind of stuff, wondered how on earth she would become a world-famous doctor like her mom wanted her to. Taking another intake of breath, she opened the book, widening her eyes at the already scary looking list of molecules and ions.

Quickly, she had shut the book, almost in protest, and wholly in disgust as she shoved the book back in its proper place. Crossing her arms and pouting as if she was a little girl who didn’t want to eat her vegetables, Charlotte crossed the room and plopped down on one of the leisure seats designated for reading. “This is impossible!” she thought to herself. “If I can’t even look at a Chemistry book without getting nauseous, how on earth am I going to apply it when I’m actually a doctor?” Charlotte groaned to herself, covering her face with her hands in frustration.

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[charlotte hope knight]

EVERYBODY TALKS TOO MUCH

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After staring at the girl’s bags for what may have been a longer time than appropriate, the brown-haired teenager spoke to Charlotte, almost jolting her out of her daze as she glanced up again at the girl. “Taking chemistry next year, I see. It's a lot better if you get the right teacher,” the girl had said to her, as Charlotte smiled in response. Immediately, she seemed to take a liking to this girl who had seemed to take notice of her predicament, and perhaps maybe she could be another friend Charlotte could talk to at school. Grasping the chance she had to make yet another friend, she responded politely, “I don’t think even a right teacher is going to help me,” she laughed in response. “I’m an airhead when it comes to science,” she joked, tapping her temple with her index finger for emphasis.

Charlotte slipped the book back into the shelf and straightened her dress, facing the girl directly now. “Hey, you go to Manchester Prep, right?” Charlotte asked, curiously. She distinctly remembered this girl in a cheerleading outfit – though Charlotte wasn’t a cheerleader herself, she was friends with many. “I’m Charlotte, I’m a sophomore there. I think I’ve seen you around.” She introduced herself with enthusiasm, a bright smile upon her face.

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[charlotte hope knight]

EVERYBODY TALKS TOO MUCH

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But yet, Velouette seemed like a good friend to have, and she couldn’t let her jealousy cloud into her judgment of the girl she had just met. Besides, Charlotte loved to meet new people, and if it weren’t for the many bags she seemed to be holding, Charlotte would’ve already hugged her tight with a smile. “I’m a year younger than you, I think,” she explained. “So it makes sense for not to have any classes together, but it’s really, really nice to meet you!” Her words were genuinely excited. She clasped her hands together tightly, rocking on the tips of her toes in animation. “The next time I see you at school, I’ll definitely say, ‘hi,’” she promises.

As Velouette grabbed an AP Physics book out of the shelf, Charlotte made a disgusted face at it, her nose crinkling up as if she had smelled something vile. She regained her composure, and almost laughed at herself at her dramatized reaction, when she glanced back up at Vel. “Might as well get a head start, right? Even if I don't understand a thing I'm reading,” Velouette commented, sighing.

“I completely understand how that feels,” Charlotte replied, laughing, feeling a little bit better that maybe Velouette wasn’t all Charlotte had thought, that maybe she was someone just like her who sat in class with a confused look on her face. “Every day, last year in Math, I felt like I was the only one who didn’t get everything! I was sitting there, looking at the board, completely lost,” she responded. Velouette made a comment about Charlotte might being able to pick up on Chemistry easily, though Charlotte appreciated the sympathetic comment, she seriously doubted her own “scientific skills.”

“Trust me, if there was a Darwin Award for a science class, I would win it in a heartbeat,” she joked. Stepping slightly away from the bookshelf, clearly sick of having to deal with school – and it was still summer! She cursed her parents for having her deal with this, deciding that maybe it’d be better to just spend her time going shopping than stressing about something she knew that was not going to go well. “But enough about science, it’s summer! Looks like you just went shopping – what kind of stuff did you get?”

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