Looking at the hard, plaster cast that extended from her hand to her shoulder, Jillian groaned for the billionth time. She could
n't believe that—in a split second—she had broken her arm in two places and had ruined her chances of becoming the leading scorer on the girls' varsity basketball team. She thought back to the moment that had led to her current situation. What seemed at the time as a snappy solution quickly snowballed into a catastrophe.
Jillian sat on her bedroom floor organizing notebooks, folders, and textbooks. She had designated a color to each class—yellow for Accelerated Geometry, green for Chemistry I, orange for American Government, and so on. Jillian always joked that she was only good at two things: organization and basketball. Jillian's mother even teased her daughter about the military precision with which she performed everyday tasks such as making her bed and ironing her clothes. "A place for everything and everything in its place," Jillian always said. In her bedroom, that meant books on the bookshelf, clothes in the closet, and blankets neatly tucked beneath the corners of her mattress. On the basketball court, that meant Jillian poised to make a free throw or a three-pointer at the buzzer.
Jillian glanced at the clock and realized that she would have to hurry to meet her best friend, Vanessa, at the park. She stacked the rainbow of books on her desk and grabbed her sneakers. Suddenly, a light bulb above Jillian flickered a few times and went dark. Jillian checked the clock again and decided that she had to time to change the bulb before she left. She grabbed a new bulb and rolled her desk chair under the light. She unscrewed the old bulb and replaced it with a new one. As she was about to step down, the chair rolled ever so slightly and Jillian lost her balance. She collapsed to the floor with a loud thud, the full weight of her body landing on her right arm. She lay there, whimpering in pain, as her mother raced to her rescue. Four hours, five X-rays, and one heavy plaster cast later, Jillian returned to her house discouraged, disappointed, and disheartened.
Jillian sighed as she picked up the phone. She did not want to make this call. The line rang several times before Jillian's basketball coach, Coach Muenster, answered. Jillian explained the situation and informed Coach that between healing time and physical.
What kind of person is Jillian in the passage?
A)
She is selfish.
B)
She is fearful.
C)
She is prepared.
D)
She is emotional.
