February 2nd, 2016
When you hold a conversation with someone you focus on two things. The first thing is their eyes, if they can hold eye contact or if they avoid it. Strong conversationalists won't ever look away from your eyes.
The second thing is their lips, how they form the words they speak. The mouth, hands, and the eyes on the human body are quite important when it comes to looks.
When you ask someone what the first thing they notice when they meet someone new they will more than likely say that they either noticed the way how their hands moved as they spoke, that they watched the individuals eyes glimmer as they spoke about something they are very passionate about, or they watched their lips, they watched your smile or frown. They notice if your lips are soft and plump or in need of Chapstick. Most people fear what others think of them not realizing that most people don't care because they are only really looking at those three things.
There are strong conversationalists and weak conversationalists, weak conversationalists look at the ground as the speak. They talk so quietly that you have to ask them to repeat themselves more than two times. They fiddle with their hands as they talk and just the thought of eye contact sends shivers down their spines.
The perfect person to describe as a weak conversationalists is Emily Fields, she is in her first year of college at Hollis and has struggled with social anxiety for years. Eye contact and her are enemies but books are her best friend. She's beautiful enough to be a super model but no one really takes in her beauty because she's usually hiding behind her glasses or has let her hair fall in front of her eyes. Confident is not a word anyone would use to describe her.
The word confident would be best described as Alison DiLaurentis, she's the English professor at Hollis but most know her or more like fear her because of her signature smirk. She can destroy your confidence and dreams in a matter seconds if she wanted to. Most would describe her as a bitch or someone who likes to play with feelings.
She's no ones favourite person but is a strong conversationalists, her icy blue eyes will stare right into your soul, she can sense everything from a mile away but the words that come out if her mouth is like silk. Emily was majoring in science, after her father died in the army she wanted to help save people but she didn't have the courage to join the army so becoming a doctor was her second choice. On Emily's first day of English she walked into the room and sat down in the middle, she watched as her peers all sat down and talk to their friends about how good their weekend was.
Envy grew in Emily, she had always wanted to have that kind of conversation with someone that wasn't her mother but she could never get by the gnawing feeling she gets in her stomach every time she has to speak. Sighing, Emily pulled her favourite book out of her bag and sat it down on the desk in front of her, she then grabbed a loose leaf piece of paper and began to write the date and her name. The sound of heels clicking on the floor made Emily look up and when she saw the person who walked into the classroom her heart dropped.
She had completely forgotten that the dragon lady was her English teacher but she remained quietly and kept a soft gaze on her. Alison sat on her desk and observed her students, she took in each ones appearance but she stared at one of her students a little longer than the others. She observed how the brunette looked down at her paper and how she had to keep brushing that one strand of hair behind her ear.
She shook out of her trance and began to speak " to be accepted into my English class you have to know the answer to this question or at least have some sort of idea, if you get it wrong or stare at me like an idiot you can walk out that door and you will not be allowed in my class again."
Everyone in the room went silent, the smell of fear radiated off of all the young adults in the room and Alison couldn't help but smirk.
She pushed off her desk and started to walk between each desk " name the author who ended his book with the character hanging onto the edge of a cliff by his nail hence the term cliffhanger. This author is also known for the quote ' ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies.'"
The whole classroom went silent, two people stood up and walked out of the class and Alison couldn't help but laugh.
As she passed the brunette she noticed the brunette was writing, she stood behind her for a second and when she read what Emily wrote and she couldn't help but place her hand on Emily's shoulder and give her a small smile. Emily looked up confused but when she saw her smile she quickly returned it and looked down at her paper " the answer is Charles Dickens."
The whole class started to murmur but Alison shook her head knowing she can't kick most of her students out " most of you need a lot of work so here is your first major project. Read a book from a well known writer and then write a ten page essay, deal? It will be due next week." She smiled and everyone started standing up but Emily stayed seated, she was too intrigued with her book that she didn't notice that someone was standing right in front of her " that's a great book."
Emily looked up and found blue eyes staring into hers, she nodded and quickly looked down and started to pack up her things " I-I am sorry for not leaving right away." Alison watched in amusement as she watched this poor girl struggle to get everything in her bag " you don't talk much, why?" Alison took the book from Emily's hand and looked inside the cover " Emily."
She smiled as the name rolled off her tongue. Poor Emily felt like she was about to pass out, this was the longest conversation she has had with someone who once again wasn't her mother for a long time " I get a li-little nervous when I talk." Emily was begging on the inside, hoping that her teacher would pity her and let her leave but she knew that Alison would never do that " a little?"
Alison handed the book to Emily and smiled at her once again " try to speak up more in my class, you're a smart girl, don't let those idiots get to you. If anyone has a chance of passing my course it's you."
Emily took that sign as a ' you can leave my class now' and she quickly said goodbye and left.
On February 2nd Emily realized how fucked she was.
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