Creative Writing Class

Mikey sat down in his first period class and sighed. Mr.Vincent had told them to write a story that centered around three people, a car, and the west coast. Mikey thought that his approach had been kind of stale. He had put three people in a car going to the west coast...boring. Mr.Vincent entered the room and spoke in his usual gruff voice. "As you all know, you had to write a story centered on three people, a car, and the west coast. Anyone willing to share?" The class was dead silent. Mikey rolled his eyes, everyone was so self-concious about their writing. He raised his hand, remembering that Mr.Vincent would wait all day for someone to volunteer. "Good! At least someone in here has guts!" Mr.Vincent chuckled heartily to himself at the last part of that sentence. Mikey walked up to the front of the classroom. His friend Jason and him had planned this strategically. "Lights!" he said dramtically. Jason bolted over to the light switch and dimmed the lights.
Mikey began:
" 'So she's dead?' Ash asked casually. Jenny smiled a wicked smile from the back seat. 'Yep. Gone.' Alara examined her nails. 'It was a clean job you know. Very swift.' Ash looked pleased. 'Good. And how was it done?' they came to a stop at a red light. They were still driving through town. 'Posined knife. Slit her throat clean open.'" At this point the class was staring, some of them with their mouth hanging open. Mr.Vincent clapped. "An excellent beginning! Continue!" Mikey smiled wryly. "Actually, this is where the class comes in. CHAIN STORY!" he said dramatically. He was always a great writer, and actor for that matter. Mr.Vincent smiled and chuckled through his big moustache. "EXCELLENT! Everyone, begin writing! 30 Seconds on the clock!"

Cassie smiled at him and started writing. She really loved to write. Cassie was lucky to be put into this easy class with a bunch of sophmores. Cassie had almost half a page when the teacher told them to stop. She finished her sentance and put her pen down. She smiled again.

Mr.Vincent looked around the classroom, motioned for Kennith to come up, and then smiled. Kennith growled quietly, WHY was he in a class with a bunch of sophmores? At least there was one other Senior, Cassie. He walked up to the front, exchanged a quick and disapproving glance with Mikey, and began to read:

" 'Well,' Ash said flatly as the car started to move again. 'At least she's out of the way.' Alara began clipping her nails into points, much like claws. 'Yes, she is. Now we can focus on HIM.' she hissed the last word and used one of her now-claw-like nails to rip through a picture of a boy that was taped to the dash board in front of her."

Cassie smiled at him. Wow, Cassie did not know he was such a good writter. If it were her she might have fainted. She looked out the window. This was one of her favorite classes except for the reading in front of the class part. Wow.... It was very dark today. An idea came into Cassie's head and she quickly began to write it her poem down.

Kennith sighed and went back to his seat. He hated reading aloud, especially in this class. As he sat down he noticed that Cassie was writing something. He tried to look around her shoulder. He saw that it was written in verse, probably a poem.

~ Time passes ~

When class let out, Kennith walked up to Cassie. "Hello, Ca-San-Dra." he said each syllable out, as though pronouncing it for the first time. Cassie smiled. "What have you been writing?" he asked, motioning to the paper in her hand.

Cassie blushed and lughed at the same time. She did not think he would say anything a bout her poem. "oh, its nothing," Cassie smiled, "i was writing a poem. You know, you are a very good writer." Cassie was trying to change the subject. Though, it looked like it was not looking. Not at all.

Kennith rolled his eyes. "Thank you." Of course, everyone thought he was an amazing writer. He was more interested in the poem. Oh well, looked like she didn't want to talk about it. He went along with her subject change. "I got the idea from a cop drama that my mother always watches." He suddenly blushed. "Not that I watch it mind you!" He added quickly, looking away.

"Its ok if you do. I dont care." Cassie flashed a smile. She looked at the paper in her hands. Well, if he could read in front of the class than she could read this to to him. "If you wish i could read this to you. I trust you." Cassie began to blush again. How did she feel about him. It was wierd... She knew what it was. It was love and she was ok with that. He was nice to her and they were some alike. Cassie looked at him and waited for his answer.

Inside, Kennith wanted desperately for Cassie to read her poem. But he wasn't sure if she was really willing to share the poem. Oh well, she offered didn't she? But it was common courtesy not to make anyone feel uncomfortable..."Alright then, let's hear it!" He smiled and waited for Cassie to collect herself.

Cassie smiled a tiny bit. "alright, it is called Darkness" Cassie cleared her throat.

"I close my eyes
Can you feel the pressure?
I can
It feels like cold sharp waves flying past you

Though it does not hurt you
It only makes you feel alone and hopeless
Nothing new

A bird cries out for help
No one can hear her
She is in agony...

Gentle my dear
You are now lost in spirit realm
Your soul can now fly into the forever long darkness
Where you will be free forever

When you see that tiny light
You will know it is your time
You will know that your time is up

When you fly into the dark
You will be overcome by light
The light will kill you
Did you like it better in the darkness?"

Kennith stared at her a moment, he knew poems came from the heart. He wondered if she really felt like that inside. "Cassie, that was wonderful!" was all he could manage to say. The bell rang. "Ah crap..." they were both going to be late now. Kennith said goodbye to Cassie and practically ran to his next class.

T.T SO SHORT!!!! T.T

Cassie smiled at him. The bell rang. She would see him after lunch. She started to walk to her next class: english. She had to write a five paged esssay about anything. So she wrote it about her childhood memories with her family, well what she remembered of it...