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PERFECT Physics(romance Thriller) by TeenWeb: 1:18pm On Aug 02, 2016 |
Storyline:
Perfect Physics (Perfect Physics
#1)
A fresh, urban twist on the classic tale of
star-crossed lovers.
When Juila walks into chemistry
class on the first day of senior year, she
has no clue that her carefully created
'perfect' life is about to unravel before
her
eyes. She's forced to be lab partners with
Lanre, a gang member from the
other side of town, and he is about to
threaten everything she's worked so
hard
for: her flawless reputation, her
relationship with her boyfriend, and the
secret that her home life is anything but
perfect.
Lanre is a bad boy and he knows it. So
when he makes a bet with his friends to
lure Julia into his life, he thinks
nothing of it. But soon Lanre realizes
Juila is a real person with real
problems, and suddenly the bet he made
in arrogance turns into something much
more.
In a passionate story about looking
beneath the surface, Tobi Williams
breaks through the stereotypes and
barriers that threaten to keep juila
and Lanre apart. 1 Like |
Re: PERFECT Physics(romance Thriller) by TeenWeb: 1:23pm On Aug 02, 2016 |
Episode 1
Everyone knows I'm perfect. My life is
perfect. My clothes are perfect. Even my
family is perfect. And although it's a
complete lie, I've worked my butt off to
keep up the appearance that I have it
all. The truth, if it were to come out,
would destroy my entire picture-
perfect image.
Standing in front of my bathroom
mirror while music blares from my
speakers(Konkobility by Olamide), I wipe
away the third
crooked line I've drawn beneath my
eye. My hands are shaking, damn it.
Starting senior year of high school and
seeing my boyfriend after Hoildays
apart shouldn't be so nerve-racking,
but I've gotten off to a disastrous start.
First, my curling iron sent up smoke
signals and died. Then the button on
my favorite shirt popped off. Now, my
eyeliner decides it has a mind of its
own. If I had any choice in the matter,
I'd stay in my comfy bed and eat
Indomie Noodles all day.
"Julia, come down," I faintly hear my
mom yelling Downstairs.
My first instinct is to ignore her, but
that never gets me anything but
arguments, headaches, and more
yelling.
"I'll be there in a sec," I call down,
hoping I can get this eyeliner to go on
straight and be done with it.
Finally getting it right, I toss the
eyeliner tube on the counter, double
and triple check myself in the mirror,
turn off my stereo, and hurry down the
hallway.
My mom is standing at the bottom of
our grand staircase, scanning my
outfit. I straighten. I know, I know. I'm
eighteen and shouldn't care what my
mom thinks. But you haven't lived in
tHe Williams house. My mom has anxiety.
Not the kind easily controlled with little
blue pills. And when my mom is
stressed, everyone living with her
suffers. I think that's why my dad goes
to work before she gets up in the
morning, so he doesn't have to deal
with, well, her.
"Hate the Jeans, love the belt," Mom
says, pointing her index finger at each
item. "And that noise you call music
was giving me a headache. Thank
goodness it's off."
"Good morning to you, too, Mother," I
say before walking down the stairs
and giving her a peck on the cheek.
The smell of my mom's strong perfume
stings my nostrils the closer I get. She
already looks like a million bucks in her
Calvin Klein Label tennis dress.
No one can point a finger and criticize
her outfit, that's for sure.
"I bought your favorite muffin for the
first day of school," Mom says, pulling
out a bag from behind her back.
"No, thanks," I say, looking around for
my sister. "Where's Rose?"
"In the kitchen."
"Is her new caretaker here yet?"
"Her name is Lola, and no. She's
coming in an hour."
"Did you tell her wool irritates Rose
skin? And that she pulls hair?" She's
always let it be known in her nonverbal
cues she gets irritated by the feeling of
wool on her skin. Pulling hair is her
new thing, and it has caused a few
disasters. Disasters in my house are
about as pretty as a car wreck, so
avoiding them is crucial.
"Yes. And yes. I gave your sister an
earful this morning, Julia. If she
keeps acting up, we'll find ourselves
out of another caretaker."
I walk into the kitchen, not wanting to
hear my mother go on and on about
her theories of why Rose lashes out.
Rose is sitting at the table in her
wheelchair, busily eating her specially
blended food because, even at the age
of twenty, my sister doesn't have the
ability to chew and swallow like people
without her physical limitations. As
usual, the food has found its way onto
her chin, lips, and cheeks.
"Hey, Russy," I say, leaning over her
and wiping her face with a napkin.
"It's the first day of school. Wish me
luck."
Rose holds jerky arms out and gives
me a lopsided smile. I love that smile.
"You want to give me a hug?" I ask her,
knowing she does. The doctors always
tell us the more interaction Rose gets,
the better off she'll be.
Rose nods. I fold myself in her arms,
careful to keep her hands away from
my hair. When I straighten, my mom
gasps. It sounds to me like a referee's
whistle, halting my life. "Julia, you can't
go to school like that."
"Like what?"
She shakes her head and sighs in
frustration. "Look at your shirt."
Glancing down, I see a large wet spot
on the front of my white Calvin Klein
shirt. Oops. Rose drool. One look at
my sister's drawn face tells me what
she can't easily put into words. Rose
is sorry. Rose didn't mean to mess up
my outfit.
"It's no biggie," I tell her, although in
the back of my mind I know it screws
up my "perfect" look.
Frowning, my mom wets a paper towel
at the sink and dabs at the spot. It
makes me feel like a two-year-old.
"Go upstairs and change."
"Mom, it was just a stain," I say,
treading carefully so this doesn't turn
into a full-blown yelling match. The last
thing I want to do is make my sister
feel bad.
"Just a stain. You don't want people
thinking y...
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Re: PERFECT Physics(romance Thriller) by TeenWeb: 1:24pm On Aug 02, 2016 |
Episode 1
Everyone knows I'm perfect. My life is
perfect. My clothes are perfect. Even my
family is perfect. And although it's a
complete lie, I've worked my butt off to
keep up the appearance that I have it
all. The truth, if it were to come out,
would destroy my entire picture-
perfect image.
Standing in front of my bathroom
mirror while music blares from my
speakers(Konkobility by Olamide), I wipe
away the third
crooked line I've drawn beneath my
eye. My hands are shaking, damn it.
Starting senior year of high school and
seeing my boyfriend after Hoildays
apart shouldn't be so nerve-racking,
but I've gotten off to a disastrous start.
First, my curling iron sent up smoke
signals and died. Then the button on
my favorite shirt popped off. Now, my
eyeliner decides it has a mind of its
own. If I had any choice in the matter,
I'd stay in my comfy bed and eat
Indomie Noodles all day.
"Julia, come down," I faintly hear my
mom yelling Downstairs.
My first instinct is to ignore her, but
that never gets me anything but
arguments, headaches, and more
yelling.
"I'll be there in a sec," I call down,
hoping I can get this eyeliner to go on
straight and be done with it.
Finally getting it right, I toss the
eyeliner tube on the counter, double
and triple check myself in the mirror,
turn off my stereo, and hurry down the
hallway.
My mom is standing at the bottom of
our grand staircase, scanning my
outfit. I straighten. I know, I know. I'm
eighteen and shouldn't care what my
mom thinks. But you haven't lived in
tHe Williams house. My mom has anxiety.
Not the kind easily controlled with little
blue pills. And when my mom is
stressed, everyone living with her
suffers. I think that's why my dad goes
to work before she gets up in the
morning, so he doesn't have to deal
with, well, her.
"Hate the Jeans, love the belt," Mom
says, pointing her index finger at each
item. "And that noise you call music
was giving me a headache. Thank
goodness it's off."
"Good morning to you, too, Mother," I
say before walking down the stairs
and giving her a peck on the cheek.
The smell of my mom's strong perfume
stings my nostrils the closer I get. She
already looks like a million bucks in her
Calvin Klein Label tennis dress.
No one can point a finger and criticize
her outfit, that's for sure.
"I bought your favorite muffin for the
first day of school," Mom says, pulling
out a bag from behind her back.
"No, thanks," I say, looking around for
my sister. "Where's Rose?"
"In the kitchen."
"Is her new caretaker here yet?"
"Her name is Lola, and no. She's
coming in an hour."
"Did you tell her wool irritates Rose
skin? And that she pulls hair?" She's
always let it be known in her nonverbal
cues she gets irritated by the feeling of
wool on her skin. Pulling hair is her
new thing, and it has caused a few
disasters. Disasters in my house are
about as pretty as a car wreck, so
avoiding them is crucial.
"Yes. And yes. I gave your sister an
earful this morning, Julia. If she
keeps acting up, we'll find ourselves
out of another caretaker."
I walk into the kitchen, not wanting to
hear my mother go on and on about
her theories of why Rose lashes out.
Rose is sitting at the table in her
wheelchair, busily eating her specially
blended food because, even at the age
of twenty, my sister doesn't have the
ability to chew and swallow like people
without her physical limitations. As
usual, the food has found its way onto
her chin, lips, and cheeks.
"Hey, Russy," I say, leaning over her
and wiping her face with a napkin.
"It's the first day of school. Wish me
luck."
Rose holds jerky arms out and gives
me a lopsided smile. I love that smile.
"You want to give me a hug?" I ask her,
knowing she does. The doctors always
tell us the more interaction Rose gets,
the better off she'll be.
Rose nods. I fold myself in her arms,
careful to keep her hands away from
my hair. When I straighten, my mom
gasps. It sounds to me like a referee's
whistle, halting my life. "Julia, you can't
go to school like that."
"Like what?"
She shakes her head and sighs in
frustration. "Look at your shirt."
Glancing down, I see a large wet spot
on the front of my white Calvin Klein
shirt. Oops. Rose drool. One look at
my sister's drawn face tells me what
she can't easily put into words. Rose
is sorry. Rose didn't mean to mess up
my outfit.
"It's no biggie," I tell her, although in
the back of my mind I know it screws
up my "perfect" look.
Frowning, my mom wets a paper towel
at the sink and dabs at the spot. It
makes me feel like a two-year-old.
"Go upstairs and change."
"Mom, it was just a stain," I say,
treading carefully so this doesn't turn
into a full-blown yelling match. The last
thing I want to do is make my sister
feel bad.
"Just a stain. You don't want people
thinking y...
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Re: PERFECT Physics(romance Thriller) by Opeoluwa99(f): 4:29pm On Aug 04, 2016 |
Great! Pls continue |
Re: PERFECT Physics(romance Thriller) by chiexcel: 5:55pm On Oct 28, 2017 |
Pls continue d story na |
Re: PERFECT Physics(romance Thriller) by abubakarbabang7(m): 7:45pm On Oct 28, 2017 |
oya we don land come continue |
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