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The Unheard ch1 pt3
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 Created on 4-21-08
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ok guys. i know this wont seem like my best work. but i wrote it a while back. so i was still young with words.let me know what you think!
"Well, I saw her this morning, but she was really busy and everything. You know how it is with her." Jon nodded as he listened to Jenny. He knew. He knew that Ana probably didn't want to talk to her after what had happened over the summer.
Yeah, well I better go to second now, I'd hate to be late!" His sarcasm failed to hide his disappointment about Ana. But Jenny just smiled tenderly and gave him a small laugh to rely on.
"Yeah, you better get to class Mister!"
Ana stood in the cramped hall looking out at all the school for the fourth year in a row. It hasn't changed much, she thought to herself. She just looked out at all the students, and thought about nothing and everything at the same time. After a while, she decided that it was time for her to start heading over to second period, when she spotted Jenny and Jon talking in the Quad.They seemed to be deep in conversation, and Ana didn't want to interrupt them, well truthfully, she didn't want to walk over there while Jon was around.She felt bad for avoiding him so much, but she still didn't know what to say to him. she thought to her self about how long she had known Jon, and how well they had gotten along.
I guess that I have always known him. At least it seems like he has always been there, walking around in the back of the room. But I never really noticed him as a person, more like a face that blended in with the rest of the crowd, and seemed to pass me by every day. He had become part of the blur that I had come to know as society. But that day, the first time that I had really noticed him, it was for a different reason. He looked different, and presented himself in a manner that made him look free. I had always wanted to be free. When he came in to the class room I noticed a smile on his face that day. I knew there had to be a reason for his change in appearance as well as in his normal mood. He was not the type of guy that was really strong, or tall, or muscular, but then again, he wasn’t the type that would cry if you hit him, and he wasn’t the type of guy that would make fun of you if you got an answer wrong in the class that day. When he came in, he was wearing a pair of blue Hawaiian board shorts, the kind that you see guys wearing on the beach. I remember thinking that he had no color coordination, but then I felt bad after wards, because he didn’t seem to care about style at all. His hair was spiked as he usually did it, yet he still seemed slightly different, and I couldn’t place my finger upon the matter. So that day, I wanted to know what was really different, what had changed him, why he seemed so incredibly different, though I seemed to be the only one who noticed. The class that we shared that day was History. And of course, he and I were partners. We had to draw a picture of our interpretation of the Great Depression. I remember looking over at him that day, as the teacher was calling off the students that were to be partners, and witnessing his warm brown eyes staring back at mine with a soft smile. I knew that we would really become friends after that day. We sat together at the large table and began discussing ways that we could create our understandings of the Great Depression, and how they would appear combined into one poster, one art piece that we could call our own. It turns out the he was a really great artist. He had a way with creating life out of blank sheets of paper. It was clear that he was going to be the one to draw out our project. Even his sketches were amazing. We spent the remainder of the period planning out our picture. Other students were going to cut their pictures from the internet, and copy images from old news papers, but we were going to draw everything from scratch. We had decided that only things that we create really express how we feel, not the creations of other. So for the project, I was going to write the paper that was due, and he was going to draw. Of course we were both going to help each other in any way with the pieces to the project. Yet we really became friends, when we found that we had one thing in common. Jenny.
Over the summer, they had hung out so much, and they had gotten along so well, it just felt like he was the only one in the world that understood her, and then just one day, out of nowhere, he-
Ana's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the bell. But she continued to watch quietly while Jon walked in the opposite direction. "I'm sorry." she whispered to the wind. "I really am. I just don't know what to say."
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Please Login to post comments| On April 22nd 2008 taffytoes Said : | |
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hey guys! ch. 1 of the unheard is finally finished. and i already posted the first part of chapter 2!!! r.r.c. please! thanks! |
| On April 22nd 2008 ShiningKanin Said : | |
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oohh... i love it! keep me posted please! |
| On April 22nd 2008 JWalker2406 Said : | |
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Aww...What did Jon do??? This getting really good! You shouldn't worry about BIG vocabulary. Sometimes too much of it ruins the story. Making it simple with a few here and there makes it great! :D Keep me posted! |
| On April 21st 2008 dangg101 Said : | |
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Aww kmp please |
