- Noel
Five years after the Rosewood scandals and I still remember every bit of it. The lies that were exposed. The way people looked at those five girls. The speculation. Murder, mystery, and revelations. There was no way to escape it. That summer I decided that I had had enough of the small town life. I wanted to immerse myself into the largest and most see through city in the world, New York. From that day on I vowed to forget everything and throw everything I had into my studies. I moved to New York the week after graduation without even saying goodbye to old friends and foes. It isn't like my family cared much. My brothers loved the small town life and had their lives planned out. That wasn't for me. The same people for the rest of my life scared me and only made me want to leave more. Especially after I found out that the girl I had secretly loved batted for both teams and didn't care for me except when she needed my services. I packed up my stuff and left that world behind.
I was wretched out of my daydream of Rosewood by the voice of my filmmaking professor. Professor Burns was a short eager man who claimed that he had worked with the likes of some of the most famous filmmakers in the business. He did know his stuff and was one of my favorite teachers that I had met at NYU. Every Tuesday and Thursday from 1 till 5 I sat in his class and listened to him enlighten us about muses and camera angles and story lines that were unreal. Those were the best moments of my week. For the most part I forgot about all the lies and mysteries of my hometown. It gave me a chance to think about the films I wished to create and foster. That class gave me a chance to forget about the major that I hated and dreaded having to work in someday. The Kahn business was more of the life my brothers sought. I wanted something unorthodox and untraditional. I craved stories and adventure. Film sets in far off countries with actors who could weave tales of excitement and adventure, romance and passion, that is the life I wanted. But alas, come every Christmas that I was forced to spend with my family, I was told that that life was for people who wanted to live off of fast food, cheap coffee, and stale alcohol. No Kahn could go into that business. It would be a sin.
When I finally stopped thinking of the past I caught the end of the Professors statement, "Class, I would like you to take this week to find a new muse. This muse will be the subject of your end of the term project. This muse should be spontaneous, creative, new, and most of all something you have a passion for. This will be due in 5 weeks. I will see you next Tuesday and can't wait to hear your ideas."
That moment I blanked what could I possibly have a passion for that I would find in one week. I thought to myself the only thing or person I've ever had a passion for is…. Nothing came to mind except for that blonde hair, cobalt blue eyes, and a smile that could melt the North Pole. Alison DiLaurentis was the only person I could think that I would ever call my passion. Too bad that ship sailed five years ago. Plus we were barely 18 at the time. I'm 23 I shouldn't be dreaming about a high school sweetheart. Not even. That is a title that should be given to a person who returned the love. My love for Ali was unrequited except for when she needed something from me. Little did I know that we were bound together in ways that I would only figure out in the very near future.
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