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    Don’t Drop It: A Novel
    Don’t Drop It: A Novel
    Don’t Drop It: A Novel
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    Don’t Drop It: A Novel

    By Liliane C

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    Sixteen-year-old Alexandria Lee Mary Evans, better known as Alex to her friends, is a self-proclaimed nerd. She would rather play on her PS4 or watch TV before even thinking about leaving the house. She can name every character in the Marvel and DC universe, cite every movie from Disney, and lip sync every line from Teen Wolf.

    When the school administration enacts a new policy requiring each student to join at least one school club or activity, Alex is not pleased. This will certainly be something out of her comfort zone. New friends convince Alex to join the volleyball club. And no one is more surprised than Alex to discover she actually likes the sport and the new friendships she’s formed.

    Don’t Drop It, a novel for teens, shares the story of one young woman as she transforms from an anti-social, introverted teen to an outgoing person who enjoys newfound relationships.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse UK
    Release dateJan 28, 2019
    ISBN9781728383927
    Don’t Drop It: A Novel
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    Liliane C

    Liliane C

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      Don’t Drop It - Liliane C

      PROLOGUE

      Yo. The name’s Alexandria Lee Mary Evans, Alex to my friends—if I had any, that is …

      Anyways, this is what I usually say and tell others when they ask me how I’m doing. My life was just turned upside down, starting from the moment that my precious and oh-so-perfect school decided to mess up my boring daily routine.

      See, when you go to bed late on weekends, wake up late on weekdays, and choose to watch a TV show with a bunch of teenage werewolves instead of doing housework, and when you’d rather eat your mum’s homemade mashed potatoes instead of a good portion of sushi, you start realising how much of a nerd you are. A nerd who was born on the twentieth of January, in 2001, and would rather play on her PS4 or watch some TV before even thinking about leaving the house.

      Anyway, let’s get down to business! The reason to why you’re reading this is to find out about me … right?

      If so, then read on. If not then, I don’t know, leave?

      CHAPTER 1

      Y’know, being greeted by the school’s principal right on the first break of the first day of school is kind of normal, considering that’s what principals should do, right?

      What is not normal is having said principal tell you that you need to be social enough to join a club at school. Well, he didn’t exactly say that, but in my mind, those were his exact words.

      Miss Lee! Had a thought ’bout what club you’ll be joining? Mr Thompson cheerfully asked as he smiled at me.

      I felt my smile fall slightly but replied, Good morning, Mr Thompson. I didn’t hear about the clubs thing. What exactly is it?

      He raised his head slightly, almost in a proud manner, and answered, Miss Trish and I have decided it would be best if every student, starting at age thirteen, joined at least one club.

      I tilted my head to the side. I could practically feel the lines of confusion appear on my forehead.

      Miss Trish was the vice principal, so she worked with Mr Thompson. These two usually had the awesome idea of annually creating new rules—specifically ones designed to annoy me.

      I’m sorry, sir, but what do we need to do exactly? I shook a few strands of my messy hair and hugged my bag tighter against my chest.

      All we ask from you is that you take part in at least one activity or club in the school, whichever one you choose. He shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing.

      But I’ve never taken part of any activity, and no one’s ever been forced to do so. So why now? I asked him in confusion.

      Mr Thompson’s smile turned into a frown, and he crossed his arms. Miss Lee, this is a simple and general rule, just as important as everything else you’ll do this year. So I am not sure why you can’t seem to follow simple orders, he said with a strict tone.

      I can but don’t want to, I thought, pressing my lips together instead of saying it. All right, fine. You win. I can’t be bothered to argue with the principal at 10 a.m.

      You’re right. I’m sorry for questioning you. I bowed my head slightly and smiled at him, hoping he’d buy my fake smile for now.

      His smile returned, and he nodded before walking past me and greeting some other students.

      Honestly. What even?

      Break’s over in two minutes, and I’m going to be late—again, I thought. Accelerating my pace, I fast walked through the halls, smiling slightly at all the teachers who walked past me. My eyes searched for the number of the classroom I needed. I knew I was late, and being late for Miss Jo’s class was a big, huge no!

      Without even knowing it, I was already ignoring Miss Jo calling my name and walking out of the classroom.

      Miss Lee, get back in this classroom right now, or you can walk your way to Mr Thompson’s office, her annoying voice with its Portuguese accent called out behind me.

      Oh, I’ll make sure to tell Mr Thompson that you said hello, Miss, I simply replied, completely dismissing her calls.

      Seriously though, who picks a fight with a student because of her math book’s colour?

      My math book, in fact, had some colours of the pride flag, and for some dumb reason, she immediately thought I was provoking her. What I didn’t know was that she didn’t exactly support gay rights, so she got all defensive and offended when she looked at my book. Regardless, she still couldn’t keep quiet and had to make an unnecessary comment, which annoyed me a little.

      I don’t see why we must accept such things. It’s just not right, she mumbled, exhaling loudly.

      I am sorry to say, Miss Jo, that not everyone thinks your teaching methods are right, but we still accept them, don’t we? I spoke up, squinting my eyes at her.

      Yes, I was rude. Disrespectful? Probably. But it wasn’t the first time she’d said something like that. And our school did have homosexual teachers and students. Even so, I was suspended for a day. All Miss Jo got was a simple warning not to do it again.

      Anyway, I gave one last glance at my new schedule and rechecked the room number.

      Room 23

      Miss Joana Gomes

      Standard Mathematics

      I stuffed the paper in my bag, crumpling it as I closed my bag. I rubbed my school skirt before stepping into the classroom. Yes, we do need to wear uniforms. As bad as it sounds, it’s only until the eleventh grade, so I don’t mind it too much. It also saves me a couple of minutes in the morning. Having to choose an outfit for school is probably as tiring as school itself.

      Pushing the classroom door open, I slowly entered, already sensing all eyes and attention on me as if I had just interrupted the most important three minutes of class in their lives.

      Glad to see you’ve decided to join us, Miss Alexandria Lee Evans. Miss Jo was the first to speak. Her sarcastic tone dug into my ears, and her smile annoyed me. Take a seat beside Miss … Williams?

      Yeah, Brianne Williams, the girl confirmed, nodding as Miss Jo looked at her in approval.

      Miss Jo smiled and faced me again. Take a seat beside Miss Williams, please.

      Nodding, I pressed my lips together, preventing a smart comment from leaving my mouth, and walked towards the empty seat beside the blondish girl. I slumped into my chair.

      I could still feel eyes on me and knew Miss Jo would be one of those staring intensely at my face. I took out my small pencil case and made sure to make eye contact with Miss Jo before pulling out my math book, the one I used last year.

      She watched me closely and glared at me until I had settled in my place. Turning her back to me to proceed writing her explanations about probability on the board, she let out a noise of irritation.

      A smirk grew on my face. I crossed my arms, feeling slightly more confident and accomplished.

      Just five minutes before the bell rang, Miss Jo insisted we keep silent and wait until the very last moment, claiming that Every second matters in maths. So right when I was thinking about what I should do while everyone was at some dumb party on Friday, taking into account that Ana Rita Silva would probably be organising a party, I realised that someone was talking to me.

      Hey. A small voice broke my train of thought. I turned my head to my right, facing the aforementioned Brianne Williams.

      I hadn’t noticed it before, but she was quite tall. She had dirty blond hair with light-brown roots. Her face wasn’t as round as mine, but her nose was pointier than mine. Her green eyes matched her cheerful expression. She was still staring at me, waiting for a reply, so I quickly responded with a silent nod.

      What club are you joining? she whispered. She glanced at me before her hand started working in her notebook, jotting down whichever scribbles Miss Jo had written on the board.

      I scoffed, shrugging my shoulders. None, I simply said, not even bothering to copy the numbers on the board.

      I knew literally everything about probability. We’d been learning it ever since grade 5, so why should I forget about it, considering I didn’t have anything to busy my mind with except for loads of TV shows?

      You have to join one this year, y’know. Brianne giggled, stuffing her pencil back in her pencil case and looking at the clock.

      I glanced at the clock as well. There was about a minute left before we were out of there, so I followed her actions and started packing my stuff too.

      I don’t want to, I mumbled under my breath.

      I have a few suggestions for you if you’d like to try them, she said. Just as I was about to reply, the bell finally rang, and everyone stood up, packing their stuff in a hurry to leave class.

      My mouth fell open when Brianne stood up as well. She looked tall sitting on the chair, but Jesus, she was like two metres tall! Okay, maybe not literally, but she was definitely around 180 centimetres.

      I’ll see you around, Alex. With

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