Guiseee i'm sorry, I know I keep promising that I won't write anymore stories and that i'd try to update and finish everything else first, but this is going to be a really quick one and I already have ideas for it. So just hear me out. Okay, so this is going to be a poetry story; based on the book Bronx Masquerade by Nikki Grimes. The format of Bronx Masquerade is that in each chapter it starts with one of the characters explaining their situation or introducing themselves, and then it has their poem. The story is that they are doing Open Mike in their English class every week and write poems about their lives and read them out loud. I'm doing kind of the same thing, except for there won't be an introduction from each character. It will just be a ton of poems. Also this is mainly Jarlos, some "inner" Kogan and also Lomille and Jendall. Enjoyy c;
I can't find the words to say,
When I'm confused,
I've traveled half the world to say,
You are my muse
Muse Chap. 1
Introduction
"Class, I have some exciting news today!"
"Are you retiring?" someone called from the back. A few snickers. Some annoying "shhhh"s.
Mr. Francesca just laughed his hearty, booming laugh. "Sometimes I forget you guys are just immature adolescents. Especially you, DEANDRE ADAMS." He all but yelled, causing the sleeping kid in the front to shoot up from his desk. Mr. Francesca was like that sometimes. Unpredictable.
"So as I was saying, we have something exciting happening in this high school for once." he said. "Poetry Slam. Open Mike. Get writing." Everyone just looked around. What? Exciting news? Poetry? It wasn't very convincing.
"Mr. Francesca?" someone asked in the front. Carlos Garcia. Everyone would be calling him a goody two shoes if he wasn't so happy and nice to everyone. You couldn't really hate the kid.
"Yes, Carlos?"
"What's a poetry slam?" Some more immature snickers. Mostly everyone leaned in to hear the answer though, for they were, too, clueless.
Mr. Francesca made an exasperated face. "Oh, come on, guys! You really don't know? A poetry slam is simply an assembly where everyone is free to read their poems to the class, you know, if they want to. But I, however, am tweaking the rules just a bit. Poetry is mandatory. I'm not saying you absolutely have to read your poetry every week, but I would really encourage you to write it. It's not a grade, but it is an assignment. Now get to work, I have to go smuggle another cup of coffee from the teacher's lounge."
Maybe that would've gotten a laugh if everyone wasn't so confused. But everyone went to work immediately. Everyone except Carlos, whose mind was elsewhere.
Well that intro sucked. The poetry will be better, I swear. :3 Bai.
~hortense-hears-a-who