❝ Mr. Evans fires up his projector, the screen of his laptop appearing on the big white board in front of the class as he begins making the rounds, handing back our latest essays. “So I’m going to go out on a limb here, Miss Sinclair,” Evans says, stopping at my desk and holding my paper as he peers down at me. “Did you actually read the book, or did you read reviews?” I hear a snort behind me —from one of those horny football douchebags, no doubt— and I smile. “ You asked for an analysis of the story, so I watched the movie,” I explain, plucking my Anna Karenina paper out of his hand. “Spoiler alert, there was a lot of sex in it. ” Laughter breaks out, and I feel a rush hit my veins, pumping me up like a fresh shot of espresso. Mr. Evans and I constantly go head-to-head, yet I can’t help but admit that he is my favorite professor. “I asked for an analysis of the novel, Ade– Miss Sinclair.” “And I tried” I tell him. “ But it was depressing and in a pointless way. What was I supposed to learn? Women, don’t cheat on your husbands in nineteenth century Russia, or you’ll be cast out of society and forced to throw yourself in front of a train?” I sit up in my seat. “Got it. And the next time I’m in nineteenth century Russia, I’m going to remember it and be a good little wife, thank you.” I hear the football douchebag chuckle again behind me, and more giggles break out in the room. But Evans lowers his voice, looking me deep in the eyes. “You’re so much better than this, Adelaide. Playing dumb and loud doesn’t make you more seen, but you’ll learn that one day,” he whispers. I stare at him for a moment, seeing the plea in his eyes. Seeing how highly he thinks of my intellect and how angry he is that I don’t make better use out of it. Too bad, I’m not done. Not when I feel the radiant energy of being the center of attention.
► Adelaide Summer Sinclair I » born into the wealthy, catholic sinclair family, as the daughter of a hotel heiress and a politician. · fashion journalism and communication student · pretty little liar with a dark secret, that not only made her an arsonist, but the poster child of rich privilege. · sassy and with a tongue so sharp, everyone's in danger to get cut.
wire: addyyourdaddy play: as long and deep as you like & german or english, ur choice. relationshipstatus: single, but probably cheeky enough to flirt with your father behind your back.
