Author's Note: So...This was an assignment that I got for my senior year of high school; we had to describe a person through their items, or something like that. And, of course, me being me, I decided to describe my favorite Dead Poet :) I hope you enjoy, even though this is from quite a while ago...
A Carved Heart
He was athletic, said the dirt covered clears and the muddy soccer ball.
He was intelligent, but didn't want to show it, said the 'A' paper shoved discretely in a desk drawer.
He was unorganized, said the textbooks and pencils strewn on top of the wooden desk.
He didn't do chores, said his unmade bed.
He was a musician, said the battered saxophone case resting in the corner.
He was a typical teenage male, said the hidden Playboys.
He didn't think much of his family, said the lack of photos.
He disliked his school, said the many crude slogans scribbled in his notebooks.
He was the opposite of his roommate, said the other side of the room, with everything in its "proper place", no trace of fun.
He didn't care for his roommate, said the blood stain on the floor where it had dripped from the other boy's nose.
He was in a hurry, said the light left on and the forgotten jacket on the desk chair.
He wanted to be the cool one, said the cigarette pack nestled in that jacket's pocket.
And he was in love, said the heart carved into the wood of the wall-facing bedpost.