The Night Of the Raven
Chapter one: The Beginning
She felt safe embraced in his strong arms. Tears streamed down her pale skin because of the pain and suffering both of them were going through.. "Why me! Why you.." She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her loves eye opened wide in pain, then there he was, standing beside her. She shrieked, and then it was all over.
Raven was a typical gorgeous teenage girl living in the average world. It was her first day as a junior and she was ecstatic. 'Yes! Creative writing; first period.' Raven thought to herself looking over her schedule. Writing was her best subject, there was no doubt about that. She took a seat in the middle of the classroom and sat her books on her wooden desk.
"Hello class." The teacher welcomed as she walked into the doorway. "My name is Mrs. Smith and I am your creative writing teacher this year! Everyone take out your notebooks and--"
"Hey sorry I'm late. I got lost." The cutest blue-eyed charcoal black haired boy bust through the classroom door. He continued,"I'm new here, from Oregon."
"Alright well take a seat---umm--whats your name?" Mrs. Smith asked him.
"Spencer. My names Spencer." He said, almost dazed off in his own world. Then Raven noticed he was staring at her. And he had a grin on his face like she made his day.
"Now please take out your notebooks and write a short poem about anything you would like." Mrs. Smith instructed.
Raven started writing immediatley. Her yellow pencil smoothly jolted words out on the college ruled paper on the desk in front of her. Spencer sat down at the desk beside her while she wrote, and he pulled out his materials. Getting out his sheet of paper and pencil, he thought of what to write about. The clock ticked and tocked as the seconds passed. Still, a blank sheet of paper sit infront of him, where Raven, sat waiting for Mrs.Smith to call time. Looking at Raven gave him emotions he'd never felt before. His pencil moved quickly, scrabbling down words for his poem.
"Spencer, would you like to share your poem with the class?" Mrs. Smith asked.
Spencer's face turned red, scared to stand in front of the class and share his work. Raven smiled to herself seeing him. The adorable red taking over his once pale face. His dark hair made him look paler then he really was, but it all suited him so well.
He stood. Confidence taking over him. And he read,
forgive me dear,
forgive me now,
i wish we could both
love somehow.
its just so hard
cause of who i am
forgive me now,
and take my hand.
Mrs. Smith stood, jaw dropped. "Spencer, that's terrific. I'm very impressed."
"Thank you Mrs. Smith" Spencer conceitedly replied to her compliment.
Raven wanted to show this boy she had a little something up her sleeve too, of course the whole class knew how good she was at writing, except him.
"Mrs. Smith I'd like to share my poem." Raven said, taking her stand.
"Go ahead Raven." Mrs. Smith spunkily allowed.
Raven read;
My knees start to shake,
When you're in sight.
My mind is filled with wonder,
My heart with fright.
When will this feeling stop?
When did it start?
How can I listen to my mind,
Without breaking my heart?
I'm so confused.
What should I do?
I can't think of anything,
Except you.
Should I ignore you,
Or just give it time?
I can't think straight,
My heart controls my mind.
Spencer eyes opened wide in amazement at Raven's poem. She was amazing, everything he'd ever longed for, and needed in his life. 'NO! Get those thoughts out of your head Spence!' He thought to himself, 'you can't hurt her. Not her, shes too good. I won't put her life in jeopardy.'
'rrrrrrrriing' The bell signaled the end of first period and gossiping students filled the hallways. Spencer picked up his books and spoke enthusiastically to Raven,
"Your writing is amazing. Maybe we could get together sometime and chat?"
"Yeah, I'd like that." Raven answered him. She tried to control her joy, but she let out a giggle and a grin that punctured her face from ear to ear. She'd never felt this way about anyone.