Of Adoration and Essays
AN: I haven't written any major stories in awhile, and for that I apologize. I've had a very eventful summer. I went camping, got my wisdom teeth out, watched a lot of Family Guy and Criminal Minds, and played Yoville obsessively. In other words, I was too 'busy' for fan fiction. Lame, I know. But, I'm writing now, and I hope I can manage to get out a few chapters before my classes take over my brain :D
You have thirty minutes to finish your essay. You should have an introduction, body paragraph and conclusion. You must fully address the prompt. You may use the front and back of the paper provided for you. This essay will be scored on the following criteria.
Ichigo skimmed through the packet. He had taken this damn writing test before, so he knew enough to know how his paper would be scored. He had missed a lot of school, thanks to the whole Winter War thing, and the resulting craziness of losing his powers than regaining them again. Thankfully, he went to a year round school, so he hadn't missed his finals. Those were pretty much impossible to make up. He was usually able to get a lot of late work in, so his grades were still okay. His teachers were all pretty laid back, but he doubted that even his coolest teachers would let him skip out on finals, even if it was to kill a hollow.
Of course Ishida was still the top student in the damn school. That guy was just weird. He was already half finished with his essay, and by the look of it, it was well written. Lots of big words and all that jazz.
Not that he was looking at the Quincy's paper and hoping for ideas. That would be wrong. What was the damn prompt anyways?
A common theme in the novel is the difference between love and adoration. The author illustrates love as being eternal and adoration as being a shallow, and false love. Are love and adoration two different things, or are they the same? Explain your opinion in your own words.
Ichigo chewed absentmindedly on his pencil. Couldn't you adore and love someone at the same time? Really, why did they have to make these prompts so damn complicated? He wondered if he was the only person having trouble. Chad and Ishida looked calm and collected, Inoue was staring off dreamily into space, and Keigo looked like he was about to cry. Or wet himself. Maybe he would do both at the same time. Rukia was writing too, in her desk next to his. She paused momentarily, frowned lightly in thought, and then started to write again.
She had such tiny, pretty hands. Was it okay to notice that?
Ichigo studied the prompt once more and then looked around the room again. His eyes magically fell on Rukia. They tended to do that whenever she was within his range of vision. She was writing again. Back when her hair was longer it had fallen over her face whenever she bent over to write at her desk. Now that it was short, it only fell around her jaw, but he saw more of her face that way so he really didn't mind. She was concentrating pretty hard for someone that didn't really need to take the final. She wasn't in need of a High School Diploma or anything. She had no reason to be taking this essay so seriously. Still, she looked sorta cute deep in thought. Her handwriting wasn't super neat, but he had always liked watching her write and draw. She had such tiny little wrists. How the hell did she even hold her sword with those twigs? He shook his head lightly. Was he really oogling Rukia's hands? That was just weird, even if they were tiny and pale and cute.
Come to think of it, everything about her was tiny and pale and cute. Does this mean he can't look at her at all anymore? Why was he wasting away his precious writing time in order to stare at her? Was he going crazy?
He sighed loudly, picked up his pencil and started to write. The prompt still made no damn sense.
This is why he hated finals. They had a nasty way of making you think.
AN: I know it's really short, but I'm just setting it all up. I feel like his essay should be an entire chapter in itself, so I can spend lots of time explaining what love is from Ichigo's point of view. You're welcome. This is going to be three or four chapters at least, but I'm hoping I can write more before my muse gets distracted by something shiny. Crosses fingers