Again A/N at the bottom.
Disclaimer: in this chapter there are a lot of things I don't own, I don't own poetry, I don't own 'Golden" By FOB, and I don't own "Trapeze" or "Don't Kick The Chair" By Dia Frampton. I don't own John Green's happy dance, (You tube it if you want to know exactly what it looks like, then pee your pants laughing at the mental image of Eugene Simon doing it)
It was English class. Ms. Roberts wanted the entire class to write a poem, and while Jerome was normally pretty good at poetry he wasn't inspired at all. He stared at the Word screen in disgust, willing his fingers to type. And then he was struck by a certain idea. The best idea ever because not only would it minimize his effort, but it would be really cool and deep and no one would truly understand. He typed madly a poem he had already written, Years ago when he didn't have Alfie and Mara hadn't talked to him and, and, and, just all sorts of bad things were happening to him.
He typed madly, if you hadn't already realized, Jerome was one of those people who just was creative. He just was. It was the way he was born, he could draw awesomely and write beautifully dark poetry. The only creative awesome that he was missing was the music gene, he couldn't hold a note to save his life. But that didn't really matter.
Mara was having a hard time in English as well—If you're wondering why Mara and Jerome were in the same honors English class…Well Mara didn't really know either—But either way, she wanted it to be helpful and nice. Because she was helpful and nice. That was just the way she was. So she started a poem that was kind of like a song.
Mara was somewhat like Jerome in her creative awesomeness, She couldn't paint if her life depended on it but her voice was beautiful and she played the piano. Unlike Jerome however, she got less joy from her creativeness and more joy from her academic achievements.
Ms. Roberts called all the students up to the front of the class and read their poem. If they had stage fright, wouldn't, or couldn't perform their poem she said that she would read it for them (the only time that this was necessary was with Harry Miche, a kid who didn't talk and was rumored to have been born without vocal chords) Jerome was called up and he stared everyone down like he would kill them all if they laughed. Which they wouldn't because they all believed that Jerome was a bully. He began
"Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
And though I carry karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
And pray they don't grow up to be" He finished.
The poem was two stanzas, half a page. This was an honors English class, a room full of over achievers, to put it simply, the poem blew their minds. Ms. Roberts nodded slowly
and motioned for him to sit.
A few more people went up b
efore Mara's turn, Mara had incredible stage fright and Ms. Roberts thought that she would just give her the poem for Ms. Roberts to read, but when she held out her hand for the paper Mara shook her head, she stared out at the audience in fear. She knew that this was a message that she needed to deliver herself. She began:
"I'll never tell you what I saw
Or how it made me breathe.
I'll never repeat what I heard
How long it took me to leave.
I'll never tell you what I saw
Or how it made my smile freeze
Cause this world is a whirlwind, but I'm holding that trapeze
And I'll never tell you what I saw
There are lonely nights when you see no hope
And you're feeling short of breath
Like the whole damn wold is a braided rope
In a noose around your neck
But if I could tell you one thing,
I would tell you I'm not leaving
If I could show you one thing
All my mistakes have shaped me
Into who I am,
And who I am just wants to make you home" She looked up at the class and froze in fear. She began to shake and felt nausious. "Ha-ha…" she looked petrified. Jerome shook himself, stood up, walked to the back of the class and stood at the back wall, his motions showed that he wanted her to look his way. She took a big breath and focused on him. Jerome started to do the John Green happy dance. She smiled, and began again,
"Have you ever felt like everybody's watching
Waiting for you to lose
Have you ever felt like you're living in a spot light
Seaarching for the real you
Tell me have you ever woken up
Just to wish you could close your eyes
Getting hard to find a friend in a place like this
Where you can't even trust a smile." She looked up from her paper again and saw Jerome, still doing the happy dance.
But if I could tell you one thing,
I would tell you I'm not leaving
If I could show you one thing
All my mistakes have shaped me
Into who I am,
And who I am just wants to make you home" she finished. And Jerome stopped dancing and panted in the background of the applauding audience.
Author's note: I mean no offence to honors english classes, I'm sure some of you are over-acheivers, some of you may just be good at english, some people are just there for your own reasons, so no offense.
Also, I have gotten reviews from—so far—England, Peru, Australia, and somewhere else. I think.
I would also like to say that I have been watching a lot of Alex Day, which lead me to watching a ton of vlogbros, which makes me over use the word awesome and changes my writing style a bit and makes me type so fast that my fingers twitch when I am not typing.
Now, I'm sure that some of you are saying, You shouldn't give Jerome and Mara that much collective creative awesome, it's not realistic. I based both of their creative awesome on this girl I know who was not really my friend but I really wanted her to be, she could draw like a freaking maniac, wrote beautiful poetry and prose, and played like five instruments and could sing. Plus she made good grades, this proves that you can have that much awesome.
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Oh, I also wanted to say that a lot have people have thanked me for updating regularly, it's just for this week because all of my friends are in school and I'm not. Also, Amfie in the next chapter and this might finish up soon after which my goal will be to write a multichap Jara fanfic that is not based on Mick being a jerkface. Super run-on sentence there.
Look at the long chapter and if you read this entire long A/N put the word Poppel in your comment, IT'S A REAL WORD, LOOK IT UP!