Hi everyone!
So, it's my story about the meeting between Michael and Claudia Joy.
I hope that you will like.
Feel free to leave me your opinion.
Happy reading.
1988 - Harvard Law School.
Claudia Joy: (It's back to school, I meet Grayce and Aimy, this year we will be graduating in Law, I've been dreaming about becoming a lawyer for a long time, my future is in my hands.)
Aimy: Hey girls hurry up we're going to miss the first lecture.
GRAYCE: They put us in the bath directly, at least we will not have time to wander around looking at who the handsome boys are this year.
CJ: Speak for you Grayce, Claudia Joy said with a touch of irony.
The girls returned to the auditorium. There was some place left in the front rows, and as usual, they got as close to their teacher's desk as possible so they could take as many notes as possible. Mr Jenson arrived right on time.
Mr.J: Hello everyone, a little quiet let's put us in the bath directly. This year is decisive for you, not only it is the year of your license but it is also according to the final classification that you will be able to pass the competitions of different bars, or so find an internship in a cabinet which you will allow to have a position thereafter.
A: Why put the pressure on us directly, she threw in a breath.
CJ: Shut up Aimy!
Mr.J: The first quarter will be used to review your achievements and ensure them for the rest of the year. At the end of the term, students from West Point, future soldiers, will come to Harvard to talk about their code of honor, their law, their rules. Indeed, you may in the future have to follow cases that put the Army at the center of the case. Two groups will be formed, like West Point students, for 3 weeks you will always go with the same students, and you will change afterwards. For 1 month and a half then your classes will be punctuated by the Army.
The class was running normally. The discussions went well at their exit, all turned towards his future soldiers who will come to teach them.
A: Soldiers at Harvard, class. Believe me, there will be some nice guys ...
G: Chances are ... well, huh Claudia!
CJ: Girls, we are lucky to have future soldiers and therefore future hires as a teacher to teach us. They will be prepared to come to teach us, and we will have the information almost at its source. Nothing better for our exam at the end of the year, it will be necessary to be attentive, and take all possible notes.
A: Hey relax, I preferred high school Claudia ...
CH: In high school I allowed myself to do the wall because I could afford it, just like you, otherwise we would not be here, but this year is far too important for your future.
End of the conversation. All the days follow each other and are like each other. The end of the quarter came and the courses given by West Point students with. During the first class, Aimy and Grace spent most of their time disfiguring each student to find out which one was the most cute. Claudia Joy took a quick look, because despite her words, seeing many students with their boyfriends, and being an only child, she would like to have someone to love and be able to love someone. At the moment, since the accident, she saw a lot of things in black. Studies allowed him to hold on and hope to get better. But that night or because she had taken the road too tired, a young man was killed, was still in her, in her head, at the slightest pause, she saw everything again. She could not sleep properly and thought she was a monster. But she had promised herself to enjoy life after graduating, and to build the life she has long dreamed of. However on leaving she was entitled to the debriefing and that brought her back to reality.
A: You saw the blonde, his voice was a fall.
CJ: None of them caught my eye, I preferred to take notes, she said, pointing to a big pile of leaf in her sorter.
G: Did you notice all this?
CJ: I only had her to do, she said sarcastically.
G: Maybe with the next group you will find the love of your life.
CJ: But yes, and then get married too and have children ... sincerely a life in the Army? Not even in dreams, it's not me, it's not us.
A: I admit that on this point of view, you are not wrong, but they are only student, we are student and we have only one life.
CJ: Do what you want, I go, I have my classes to work. See you tomorrow girls.
The time had come to change the group. The girls entered the other auditorium of the faculty. They settled down to the front rows. The first two being taken by West Point students. Two future soldiers gave the lecture accompanied by their teacher. Then in the late morning, everyone came out. The girls were the last outings, and discussed the course they had found interesting. Claudia was facing the front door outside, farther into the park, when a WP student group came out.
A: For once this conference was interesting.
CJ: Yes, that's right, I particularly liked the chapter on ...
Claudia Joy paused, long enough to catch the attention of her two friends.
G: Claudia, oh, Claudia ...
CJ: ... you ... you said? ... excuse me I ...
Aimy waved to Grayce to shut up. They both turned around. They began to laugh. Claudia Joy heard nothing and nobody. One of the students had just left the auditorium, laughing, surely at a joke of one of his classmates. A tall, brown hair, and a blue eyes. This student joined a group of friends and left ... She wanted to run after him, to call him ... But she knew nothing about him. She came back to her and received mockery from her two friends while trying to defend herself. However, the next week was going to help him.
A: Maybe your prince charming will be doing the conference this week.
CJ: Do you want to stop? I told you that one of the students looked strangely like one of my cousins and by far I was very surprised, I thought and I was sure it was him, she lied.
Aimy pouted at Grayce. When everyone was settled in, the teacher called the two students who would do the conference of the day.
P: Today, the morning will be reserved for the rights of families in the Army. Nothing will have any more secrets for you. These are Terry Andrew Spencer and Michael James Holden, who will explain all this to you.
A: Hey Claudia ...
CJ: What else, she began, looking up, you did not ...
The young man had just got up. Claudia did not take her eyes off him. But who was he? Terry Andrew Spencer or Michael James Holden? How to know? Throughout the conference, she watched him, and admired him. In addition he knew how to express himself perfectly in public, he was sure of himself, impeccably dressed. She came back to her however, thinking that a soldier was not made for her. She had dreams, desires ... this life in the Army was not for her. But just minutes later, she lost herself in her beautiful eyes. The fact is that she stood in a semi-darkness on the side and that the auditorium by its size, did not allow this student to see it. Suddenly she realized that her paper was white and that the conference had just finished. She saw the students come out, Grayce taking her by the arm to get her out of her reverie. They arrived at the top of the steps ...
A: Well, at least you know who he is ...
CJ: Stop you want. Anyway they were two, each one can be the other.
G: Claudia Joy ... you would not have spent your time admiring it you could have heard that his sidekick nicknamed him "Michael Holden" to allow him to speak.
CJ: What? But ...
A: Do not tell me you did not flash on it ...
CJ: Yes, I like it, but I already told you, he's going to be a soldier, and I do not want a life in the Army.
G: Claudia Joy we do not ask you to commit yourself to life, just to have fun ... we see that you are not even there since the accident, he could teach you to find a taste for life, and it will help you everyday believe me.
CJ: Girls, you have to ...
A: Work to graduate ... remember me the notes you made today? (There was a blank) Well you see during the conference you had ideas elsewhere and I'm sure you felt good no? So imagine if you can have some meetings with him during this week. It's the Christmas holidays after, you'll have plenty of time to work as you want.
CJ: Anyway he does not know me, me either, I do not see how we could be brought to talk to each other.
A: Let it be, you'll see, maybe it will zap you completely, at least the problem will be solved.
The three friends walked to the exit. But there were a lot of people so they waited until the hall was empty. When they heard the teacher call someone.
P: Is Michael Holden still here?
Claudia turned when she heard the answer.
M: Yes, here I come, professor.
Advancing Michael fell into Claudia Joy's eyes. He smiled at her with courtesy, which Claudia believed, then went off to the professor. The girls were starting to advance, but Claudia engaged in a conversation, just to have the chance to re-cross it before leaving. She knew he was leaving Harvard in a week and a half because WP students would have finished their lectures. The hall emptied quietly and the girls were forced out. Claudia Joy ignored, however, that Michael, who had just finished his conversation with the professor, did not take his eyes off her. Who was she? What was her name? ... he had to know it. Michael James Holden was someone who persevered, he always got what he wanted, and he was mostly very instinctive. He decided for once to go to lunch in the refectory of the faculty. He hoped to see again his perfect stranger. However these acolytes trailed the pace, and meeting their headmaster of WP establishment, a conversation began. Duty brought Michael back to his senses and he forgot about this girl. So they went out of college to have lunch outside. They arrived at the gate and saw a little before him, a student card dropped from a bag of a girl. Knowing no one here, and the person being behind, he could not know who she was. After a few meters, he picked it up when he saw the person heading for the parking lot on the other side of the street, while wanting to call him.
M: Miss ...
He stopped when he saw the person's face on the picture of the card. It was a student, Claudia Joy Mead. Looking up, he could not find her among the crowd and impossible to know the car she had. He kept the card in his pocket, hoping to hand it back to him. The next day, the latter noticed it during the conference, he had the impression that she wrote word for word everything that was said, he found this beautiful young woman and wanted to know more about her. He could not see her to give him back his student card, and so hoped that Wednesday would be more conducive. He had to present a lecture with a friend. During his breaks, while his friend relayed him, he looked at her hoping that she crosses his eyes. Claudia Joy, feeling watched, looked up, which fell directly into those of Michael. She smiled shyly, and Michael did the same. He was touched, however, by the sadness of Claudia Joy's gaze. But these exchanges of glances had become a habit between them now.