iEmotions
Chapter 1: Prologue
Author's Note: Hey! I always like to introduce myself before my stories. I'm Rachel. I love Seddie and writing, so writing Seddie fanfics is just one of my favorite things. I'm an emotional person, and I know my fair share about psychology (although there probably won't be much psychology fancy talk in this, to be honest), so I think this story seems fun to do. :D Review!
Sixteen-year-olds sat in their sixth period psychology class on a regular Friday. It was a class of just over twenty eleventh grade students and a calm brunette teacher who seemed like she could be the age thirty-five, forty-five, or anywhere in between (the students wondered but knew they would never figure out). This was an optional class, an elective.
Two of these particular students were Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson. They decided to take this class for differnet reasons.
Although Freddie was almost certain that later in life he wanted to do something involving computers, he knew that there was an emotional, understanding part of him that needed to come out. He figured it was better to have more possibilities of options when he got into college; so when he got there, he could do anything from science to psychology.
Sam, on the other hand, didn't think too much about her future when choosing her electives. She hated to think about her future because whenever she did, the daydreams that most kids would have were nightmares to her. She wasn't the best at school, plus she knew that she didn't always seem to have the most charming personality at first, so she was afraid that in her future she would turn out like her mother. She bottled up these emotions, not realizing that when she was taking a psychology class she would end up having to think about these emotions were. Sam merely took this class because her best friend Carly told her she was going to take a psychology class, so Sam wanted to join her and make sure that they would have that class together. Of course, though, they were unlucky and unfortunately ended up in different psychology classes.
Freddie sat at his desk, listening to every word that the teacher said, while Sam stared blankly at the pen that lay on her desk.
The teacher, Mrs. Jones, was about to talk about a new project. But she noticed Sam and said, "Ms. Puckett, I think you might want to listen to this if you want to pass this class."
Sam looked at Mrs. Jones. "Nah, I don't really care," Sam said with a slight shrugs. She heard a few muffled chuckles from kids around the room, and Sam smirked.
"Well," Mrs. Jones said, keeping calm like always because she was one of those rare teachers who accepted and loved everyone, "you may actually find this project fun."
"Doubt it," Sam muttered.
Mrs. Jones didn't seem to hear her. "In this project," she explained, "you will get into groups of two. This will work out perfectly because we have exactly twenty-two students in this class. I am going to choose your partners for you. Together, the two of you will choose ten emotions. Both of you will separately write about why and how people may feel this emotion, how to deal with this emotion, and anything you may want to say about it. It would be a great idea to use your own experiences with this emotion, because everyone here has felt many emotions before, so try to use emotions that you and your partner can relate to. Then, together you will write about how the paragraphs that each partner wrote relate and differ to each other. You may want to talk about how there are many different ways to feel each emotion if you have very different writings, or how different people can still feel the same emotions if your writings are similar. Any questions?" Mrs. Jones smiled.
Instead of raising her hand, Sam turned to Freddie. All of the desks were separated, but Freddie's desk was next to hers with a space in between. "I don't get it," she said.
"Basically, you and your partner are gonna pick ten emotions. Then you write stuff about the emotion and separately your partner writes stuff about it. Then you look at each others and together both of you write about how the things you wrote are alike or different," Freddie whispered. He felt that this project could be fun, if he was with an okay partner.
"You have until Monday to finish this," Mrs. Jones said. "I'll assign you your partners." She assigned everyone partners until there were only four partner-less students left. Sam and Freddie were two of them.
"Sam, your partner will be..." Mrs Jones said, seeming to be thinking.
"Please not Freddork, please not Freddork, please not Freddork," Sam whispered to herself.
"Freddie," Mrs. Jones said, not hearing Sam whispering to herslf.
Sam groaned quite loudly. She turned to Freddie as he said sarcastically, "Sam, have I ever told you that you're so nice?"