Chapter 3
*Class was so boring! I couldn't wait until it was over. But there I was sitting in the back of Madame Buke's Art class and I was practically falling asleep as she presented every single stroke that exists in the whole entire history of painting, until a scratchy bell ripped the silence and I gathered my books quickly.
I couldn't wait to get home. Wow home, a place I could call mine! But I wasn't going to claim it until I cleaned the bathroom! I hurried to the door pulling my auburn hair into a ponytail and slinging my messenger bag over my shoulder.
"Don't forget! Two weeks from today your portraits are do!" Madame Buke screamed. Portraits! What Portraits?
"Madame Buke? I'm sorry really but I'm not aware of any portrait." I tried to say innocently. The perfect day to be late, a project was assigned at the wrong time. I bet she did it purpose.
"Yes Ms. Cunning I know. Good day." Gathering her own books she left the classroom. Well that was it. "F-" as my first major grade.
"Here." I heard. I flung around and saw Trevor holding out a paper. Taking it I smiled.
"That's pretty much the rubric. I hope it's good enough, I can't tell when she's speaking French or English. As a matter of fact I don't even know if she's speaking either of them half the time." I smiled at his jest.
"I know exactly what you mean."
"Do you maybe wanna—" But as soon as I realized what he was asking I practically freaked out.
"Sorry Trevor I've got to go. Ha-ha ya know I got-I mean have some furniture being delivered and I really need to be there. Bye." Rushing from the room I heard him leave behind me except he went the opposite direction. That was a close one.
2 hours latter I was back home and directing furniture placements in the largest room until I could fix all the others, and finally get to it.
I decided I'd just sleep on the mattress that's in my room for now, or at least until I can get the room spruced up enough to get rid of the filthy thing (I know I know, how can I call Christian's mattress filthy? Sorry it's just something that had to be done! LOL).
"Lisa I told you already why I couldn't go out with him… Because he went out with Maggie… I don't care… I'm not going out with him… Well I'm sorry you're gonna have to get with his brother some other way… OK bye…" I hung up the phone with my best friend Lisa. She was crazy. Which brought Trevor in to my mind.
Maggie went out with him. Maggie was my other best friend until the guilty hands of popularity pulled her under. From then on I refused to date anyone she did, or even merely become friends with them.
Well that was in High School, and the only reason Trevor still counts out of HS is because he was recommended to Montmartre Private College and was accepted with his GPA and a few strings his fathers pulled. However I on the other hand did it the old fashion way and worked my way in.
Finally everything was put somewhere and I could lie down. All I really managed to hook up was my stereo and phone. Everything else was lugged into the huge room.
I was just about asleep when I heard music. Well not exactly music, singing. The wires in the wall must be messed up. I thought. I got up and went to the living room.
Nothing, my stereo was off.
"What the?" I asked softly checking the plug. It was fine. Then I heard the singing again. I could clearly hear it this time.
"One day I'll fly away.
Leave all this to yesterday.
What more could your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?"
The voice sang sadly. I quietly moved to the back balcony where there I saw a figure. A man. He was standing on my balcony, singing.
As the wind blew I watched him sing more. I didn't freak out; I didn't call for help. It just enchanted me.
"One day I'll fly away.
Leave all this to yesterday.
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends."
He sang slowly. It was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes. I breathed in quickly and held my breath. I watched him turn and look at me.
He smiled. Why did he smile? He acted as if I didn't see him at all! However in the moonlight I could see his eyes were a beautiful blue and his hair was a rich chocolate color. He could be no more than at least 21. Oh how handsome he was.
Suddenly all at once his face changed from a smile to anger. Tears began streaking his face, yet I did not know why. He looked happy but sounded sad. Now he looked hurt all together. I blinked trying to hold back my own emotions as these butterflies jumped in my belly but as soon as I opened my eyes again, he was gone.
*How could this be? She saw me. She actually saw ME! Why didn't she freak out like she was supposed to? Why didn't she scream or run for help?
I didn't want her to see me; I knew if she saw me, nothing good would come of it.
All that night she tossed and turned. However not once did she wake, I'm not sure if even she slept. But she looked uncomfortable. Had I done that to her? Perhaps but I hope not.
Perhaps if she did not react, she did not see me. The only way for me to really find out is to check tomorrow. I had to come up with a new plan.
That night as I slept however it was only nightmares that scorned me. Nightmares of my life, of Satine. Oh if only I could be with her. How I missed her so much.
What would she have me do in this situation? What would she do in this situation? Oh if only I knew why I cared whether or not if this one stayed. She seemed harmless enough.
As morning broke I woke to find her gone. Where could she have gotten off to without me noticing? Then I heard a low groan from the bathroom.
"OH GROSE!" I heard her yell. I began laughing hysterically. I was going to have fun making her enjoy this home, lots and lots of fun!
OK there's chapter 3, I know I said 3 last time but I meant 2… sorry. Please R&R
*Class was so boring! I couldn't wait until it was over. But there I was sitting in the back of Madame Buke's Art class and I was practically falling asleep as she presented every single stroke that exists in the whole entire history of painting, until a scratchy bell ripped the silence and I gathered my books quickly.
I couldn't wait to get home. Wow home, a place I could call mine! But I wasn't going to claim it until I cleaned the bathroom! I hurried to the door pulling my auburn hair into a ponytail and slinging my messenger bag over my shoulder.
"Don't forget! Two weeks from today your portraits are do!" Madame Buke screamed. Portraits! What Portraits?
"Madame Buke? I'm sorry really but I'm not aware of any portrait." I tried to say innocently. The perfect day to be late, a project was assigned at the wrong time. I bet she did it purpose.
"Yes Ms. Cunning I know. Good day." Gathering her own books she left the classroom. Well that was it. "F-" as my first major grade.
"Here." I heard. I flung around and saw Trevor holding out a paper. Taking it I smiled.
"That's pretty much the rubric. I hope it's good enough, I can't tell when she's speaking French or English. As a matter of fact I don't even know if she's speaking either of them half the time." I smiled at his jest.
"I know exactly what you mean."
"Do you maybe wanna—" But as soon as I realized what he was asking I practically freaked out.
"Sorry Trevor I've got to go. Ha-ha ya know I got-I mean have some furniture being delivered and I really need to be there. Bye." Rushing from the room I heard him leave behind me except he went the opposite direction. That was a close one.
2 hours latter I was back home and directing furniture placements in the largest room until I could fix all the others, and finally get to it.
I decided I'd just sleep on the mattress that's in my room for now, or at least until I can get the room spruced up enough to get rid of the filthy thing (I know I know, how can I call Christian's mattress filthy? Sorry it's just something that had to be done! LOL).
"Lisa I told you already why I couldn't go out with him… Because he went out with Maggie… I don't care… I'm not going out with him… Well I'm sorry you're gonna have to get with his brother some other way… OK bye…" I hung up the phone with my best friend Lisa. She was crazy. Which brought Trevor in to my mind.
Maggie went out with him. Maggie was my other best friend until the guilty hands of popularity pulled her under. From then on I refused to date anyone she did, or even merely become friends with them.
Well that was in High School, and the only reason Trevor still counts out of HS is because he was recommended to Montmartre Private College and was accepted with his GPA and a few strings his fathers pulled. However I on the other hand did it the old fashion way and worked my way in.
Finally everything was put somewhere and I could lie down. All I really managed to hook up was my stereo and phone. Everything else was lugged into the huge room.
I was just about asleep when I heard music. Well not exactly music, singing. The wires in the wall must be messed up. I thought. I got up and went to the living room.
Nothing, my stereo was off.
"What the?" I asked softly checking the plug. It was fine. Then I heard the singing again. I could clearly hear it this time.
"One day I'll fly away.
Leave all this to yesterday.
What more could your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?"
The voice sang sadly. I quietly moved to the back balcony where there I saw a figure. A man. He was standing on my balcony, singing.
As the wind blew I watched him sing more. I didn't freak out; I didn't call for help. It just enchanted me.
"One day I'll fly away.
Leave all this to yesterday.
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends."
He sang slowly. It was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes. I breathed in quickly and held my breath. I watched him turn and look at me.
He smiled. Why did he smile? He acted as if I didn't see him at all! However in the moonlight I could see his eyes were a beautiful blue and his hair was a rich chocolate color. He could be no more than at least 21. Oh how handsome he was.
Suddenly all at once his face changed from a smile to anger. Tears began streaking his face, yet I did not know why. He looked happy but sounded sad. Now he looked hurt all together. I blinked trying to hold back my own emotions as these butterflies jumped in my belly but as soon as I opened my eyes again, he was gone.
*How could this be? She saw me. She actually saw ME! Why didn't she freak out like she was supposed to? Why didn't she scream or run for help?
I didn't want her to see me; I knew if she saw me, nothing good would come of it.
All that night she tossed and turned. However not once did she wake, I'm not sure if even she slept. But she looked uncomfortable. Had I done that to her? Perhaps but I hope not.
Perhaps if she did not react, she did not see me. The only way for me to really find out is to check tomorrow. I had to come up with a new plan.
That night as I slept however it was only nightmares that scorned me. Nightmares of my life, of Satine. Oh if only I could be with her. How I missed her so much.
What would she have me do in this situation? What would she do in this situation? Oh if only I knew why I cared whether or not if this one stayed. She seemed harmless enough.
As morning broke I woke to find her gone. Where could she have gotten off to without me noticing? Then I heard a low groan from the bathroom.
"OH GROSE!" I heard her yell. I began laughing hysterically. I was going to have fun making her enjoy this home, lots and lots of fun!
OK there's chapter 3, I know I said 3 last time but I meant 2… sorry. Please R&R
