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Post by supernaturalgirl on Jan 4, 2010 20:15:28 GMT -5
Lucas was roaming the hallways for an empty classroom to sit in for the lunch break. His science lesson had messed with his head and he really didn't feel like socializing. He found an empty English classroom and decided, as he really wanted to be creative and it was part of his course, he would sit and write a poem.
When you finally read this,
I may not be here.
When you finally understand,
I may not be here.
A lone boy, sitting by myself,
enduring science lessons, about good health.
I wondered if I would get the chance to see,
The life that was never meant for me.
The other guys would squirm and fidget,
there escaoe from the class a key.
But if all I could do was get my education,
That would be good enough for me.
I may not make it to 20,
21 would be a score.
But all I know is that I mostly certainly,
Won't be ever your's!
And he felt and watched as a large tear dropped from his eye. He had, for the first time, put something about his illness in writing. He read it and re read it tears just falling down his face. He was glad he had decided to stay in this lunchtime, he couldn't put on a brave face.
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Post by zella on Jan 4, 2010 21:34:35 GMT -5
Zella was subiting for a fellow teacher this afternoon who was sick with the common cold. Zella was not that much into writing but was told just to stand there and look pretty until her class was over. Not to hard she guessed, but Zella never anything that easy. King thought she should at least ensign the children something right, this is a school. She just asked the kids to wright something personal and then relate it to something from a novel.
She thought it was a clever idea, maybe one her of best idea really. As she walked into the classroom holding her normal black shoulder back on her arm, a book under her other arm. She stopped in mid way though the door, there in her tiny empy classroom was a boy maybe seventeen... Zella know she had seen the boy before, maybe in her class but for some odd reason she couldn't recall his name. Zella held her breath as she noticed the boy was crying. She stopped moving and went to open her month. What she was going to say was " Why are you crying? What are doing here?" But instead something else, maybe more reasonable slipped out. " Hey there "
Whats with all these kids coming indoors for lunch time. She thought to herself, her eyes rolling slightly with the thought. Back in the day, Zella was abit of a crazy girl, running around the field for fun, jumping on her old friends. Those where the days right.... Her mind trialled for only as minute. When she came back to reality she noticed that he had been writing a poem. Zella guessed it was a love poem for some girl that had broken his heart. The classic stereotype.
" May I see? " She asked without thinking, the hand with the black bag slipping towards it rose and pointed at the paper as Zella asked her question.
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Post by supernaturalgirl on Jan 6, 2010 12:36:30 GMT -5
Lucas wasn't satisfied with what he wrote and he didn't want to hand it in. He decided that maybe, he would just write a complete and utter lie so no suspicion would ever fall on him. However, if someone was to walk into the classroom this very second, they would know that something was up as he just couldn't stop crying.
He left the sheet of paper on the desk so he could glance at it every so often. He wasn't sure why he wanted to keep looking, but he did. Maybe he thought that, as it was the first time he had ever put something in writing, it was some kind of achievement. He reached into his bag and got out a sandwich. He ate it whilst reading the poem. Suddenly he heard the door open and he looked at the new arrival. It was the art teacher Miss King. He looked back to his desk and tried to force himself to stop crying but it didn't work. He nodded to her greeting, not sure if his voice would sound broken if he tried to speak and he ate some more sandwich, his throat feeling slightly dry from the crying.
He watched as Miss King walked towards him and gulped the sandwich down for something to do. He heard her ask if she could look at what he had written and he contemplated. If she read this, she would be able to work out he was ill. He didn't know if that was a good thing, but he wanted at least one person to know, and a teacher was probably the right choice. He sighed and nodded, wiping his eyes again.
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Post by zella on Jan 6, 2010 16:53:07 GMT -5
Zella took a hold of the paper, slipping off the surface. She sighed and then started to read the poem as she stood there, placing support on her right leg and then left. Half away down the page, Zella raised an eye brow shapely. She looked back to the boy with a blank face. Her thoughts racing.
Zella placed paper on the desk top and again and coughed loudly. She wasn't overly sure how to respond.
Though she may have not been the sharped crayon in the box she wasn't dumb. She could surely realize what the boy was writing about. Zella turned and took hold of a chair, pulling to the desk next to him.
She cared greatly for any of her students and even if she couldn't remember they names, they were one of the most important things in her life.
She sat down in her chair and lifted her arm to place her hand on his shoulder without thinking. " Want to talk about it?" She asked softly, her other hand in her lap. She didn't know if he wanted other people to know but the poem seemed to show someone that was seeking support. Hopefully she was right.
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Post by supernaturalgirl on Jan 6, 2010 17:43:58 GMT -5
Lucas sat in silence as Miss King read what he had written. He didn't want to look at her whilst she read and see the dials churn. He couldn't face that. He looked back at his sandwich and took another bite, almost forgetting to swallow.
He heard the movement of the chair and sighed, she was gunna ask questions, he just knew it. Everything was going through his head at this moment. Would she tell people or could he trust her? He decided that he would tell her to keep it hushed first then go for telling her.
He felt Miss King's hand on his shoulder and sighed, "First, my name is Lucas Jonas, just in case you wondered" he smirked and then he sighed again, "You gotta keep this secret OK... I'm ill, like really ill" and the tears which he just managed to stop, came back again, "I've got lung cancer" and he looked to the floor to add, "It's terminal" and he took the biggest breath he could and exhaled really deeply, tears rolling down his cheek.
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