Next part is up. Just want to thank all my reviewers for getting me over 100 reviews. THANK YOU!
Here's the next chapter. The poem read out by Tejal (me!) is by me and it's called 'Losing You'. I wrote it for school last year.*
Also, I would like to add that the title of Mark's poem is actually true. :D
[u][b][I]If Tomorrow Never Comes [/I][/b] - Part 16 [/u]
[b][u]Next Day[/u][/b]
~*~*Sydney's Classroom*~*~
"So," Miss Winters - a.k.a Sydney - clapped her hands together and looked expectantly at her year 11 class (which, btw, I am in! ;) ) "Who wants to read out their poem," She looked around to see her class fidgeting, looking at the floor or hiding their papers. She sighed. Her class could be so difficult sometimes but they were so much fun to teach. "No one?" She questioned feigning surprise, "Well, in that case we'll just move onto Shakespeare…" Grumbles of annoyance filled the room as one lone hand rose above the rest. Sydney looked at the owner of the hand and smiled.
"Tejal, are you volunteering?" Sydney asked. Tejal sighed and smiled. Sydney knew Tejal hated public speaking but she was the only one offering. Hopefully the class would listen. Tejal stood up and came to the front of the class as the class gradually settled down. The class had been asked to write a poem in rhyming couplet and there were many talented writers in the class…although the last poem writing assignment the class had come up with gay uncles being in love with their sister's boyfriend's dog and other weird and wonderful concoctions. Sydney hoped it wouldn't be the case this time.
"Well, take your time - I'm sure it will be better than 'My Gay Uncle And His Dog Bride'" Sydney said shooting a look at Mark who sat in the back corner of the class. Sydney smiled and let Tejal get on with it.
"Losing You," Tejal read out the title in a shaky yet clear voice. Sydney listened to the words as Tejal read them out.
[*]
A missing smile, a missing face.
An empty chair, an empty place.
Out initials carved in a tree,
An eternal reminder of you and me.
My hands are still damp from when I've cried.
My memory stained since the day you died.
The flowers I will lay by your grave
Will be a memory of which I'll save.
A half finished jigsaw gathering dust
And our iron bond left to rust.
The wedding dress hidden away
Never to be worn on that summer's day.
A broken mirror, a shattered glass
Memories of days that have past.
Pictures in frames scattered around the room
With smiles that shamed even the moon.
Your blood the colour of a deep red rose.
That scent still lingers on your clothes.
I am blinded, I cannot see
Since my grief has taken over me.
You broke your promise and left me here
To pick up the pieces of what I held dear.
Abandoned by friend's old and new.
These are the effects of losing you.
[/*]
Sydney snapped out of her thoughts as Tejal waved her hand in front of her face. Sydney blinked away tears and the thoughts of Danny that clouded her mind. She hadn't thought of him for a while, yet she still kept her engagement ring in a box at home.
"Are you ok, Miss?" Tejal asked. Sydney looked around at the class and realised that they were all looking at her with concern. Sydney nodded.
"Um…yes, I'm fine. I just…it just brought back bad memories, that's all," Sydney, said without thinking. She moved back behind her desk and cleared her throat before speaking. "That was very good, Tejal, you can go back to your seat," Tejal complied and sat down. Sydney sighed heavily and smiled a little.
"I'll be collecting your poems at the end of the lesson - those who haven't got them will have a detention tomorrow lunch," The class groaned again forgetting the recent events. "Right now, I want you to write [I]another[/I] poem," More moans "but this time in blank verse," Suddenly, Sydney's cell began to ring. The class groaned even more.
"Miss, you aren't allowed to bring phones into class!" Various people moaned. The kids loved it when the teachers broke the school rules. Sydney told them to calm down and write their poem as she rummaged through her bag for her phone. The class were quiet in a hope to listen in to their teacher's conversation. It beat doing work and then they could spread any gossip - like with Miss Valentine and the phone call from her boyfriend.
"Hello?" she answered eyeing her class. There was no one on the other end. "Hello?" she asked again. She was about to hang up when she heard someone sigh on the other end, "Hello?" she asked for the final time.
"Joey's Pizza?" the voice quipped shocking her. In disbelief she slammed down the phone - moving it away from her as if it was a snake. The class mumbled in confusion. [I]It couldn't be, could it?[/I] she questioned as she excused herself and ran to Liz's class.
Sydney peered through the window, hoping it was a joke. But she hadn't told anyone about the calls she received when she worked for the CIA. She knocked on Liz's door, who was busy marking some books. Liz motioned for her to come in as she noticed the stricken look on her friend's face.
"Are you ok? I thought you had a cl-"
"He called me," Sydney interrupted slipping into her American accent. Liz looked at her.
"Are you sure?" Liz asked rubbing her arm. Sydney nodded.
"Yeah, he said 'Joey's Pizza' like he used to," Tears formed in Sydney's eyes as she remembered Vaughn's calls. Liz looked at her as she thought.
"Maybe someone was trying to get in touch with 'Joey's Pizza', I mean, we had dinner there last week," Sydney nodded. About a year ago, a Joey's Pizza food chain was set up around the world. Sydney thought it was a joke but they actually sold pizzas - very good pizza too. Then Sydney shook her head,
"Why would they call my cell? My number is nothing like it!" she insisted. Liz agreed and then paused.
"Look, Meg, maybe it was just a mistake. Plus, now isn't the time to discuss it, you have a class and I have to get these marks down before next period. Lunch is in an hour - we'll talk then," Liz proposed. Sydney nodded. It made sense, plus she had to get back to her class before they started hanging from the ceiling. Sydney sighed and smiled at her friend as she began to leave.
"It's probably nothing!" Liz called after her and Sydney made her way back to her classroom.
Sydney almost laughed to herself at how ridiculous she must have looked when she stormed out of her class. The school was full of mini-dramas. She herself had seen two girls go at it over a guy. They had been vicious and almost scratched each other's eyes out. Sydney had had to refrain from kicking both their butts.
Sydney sighed as she paused outside her classroom and walked in expecting to see 27 pairs of eyes staring at her - instead - she saw a pair of green ones.
[b]TBC…[/b]
Here's the next chapter. The poem read out by Tejal (me!) is by me and it's called 'Losing You'. I wrote it for school last year.*
Also, I would like to add that the title of Mark's poem is actually true. :D
[u][b][I]If Tomorrow Never Comes [/I][/b] - Part 16 [/u]
[b][u]Next Day[/u][/b]
~*~*Sydney's Classroom*~*~
"So," Miss Winters - a.k.a Sydney - clapped her hands together and looked expectantly at her year 11 class (which, btw, I am in! ;) ) "Who wants to read out their poem," She looked around to see her class fidgeting, looking at the floor or hiding their papers. She sighed. Her class could be so difficult sometimes but they were so much fun to teach. "No one?" She questioned feigning surprise, "Well, in that case we'll just move onto Shakespeare…" Grumbles of annoyance filled the room as one lone hand rose above the rest. Sydney looked at the owner of the hand and smiled.
"Tejal, are you volunteering?" Sydney asked. Tejal sighed and smiled. Sydney knew Tejal hated public speaking but she was the only one offering. Hopefully the class would listen. Tejal stood up and came to the front of the class as the class gradually settled down. The class had been asked to write a poem in rhyming couplet and there were many talented writers in the class…although the last poem writing assignment the class had come up with gay uncles being in love with their sister's boyfriend's dog and other weird and wonderful concoctions. Sydney hoped it wouldn't be the case this time.
"Well, take your time - I'm sure it will be better than 'My Gay Uncle And His Dog Bride'" Sydney said shooting a look at Mark who sat in the back corner of the class. Sydney smiled and let Tejal get on with it.
"Losing You," Tejal read out the title in a shaky yet clear voice. Sydney listened to the words as Tejal read them out.
[*]
A missing smile, a missing face.
An empty chair, an empty place.
Out initials carved in a tree,
An eternal reminder of you and me.
My hands are still damp from when I've cried.
My memory stained since the day you died.
The flowers I will lay by your grave
Will be a memory of which I'll save.
A half finished jigsaw gathering dust
And our iron bond left to rust.
The wedding dress hidden away
Never to be worn on that summer's day.
A broken mirror, a shattered glass
Memories of days that have past.
Pictures in frames scattered around the room
With smiles that shamed even the moon.
Your blood the colour of a deep red rose.
That scent still lingers on your clothes.
I am blinded, I cannot see
Since my grief has taken over me.
You broke your promise and left me here
To pick up the pieces of what I held dear.
Abandoned by friend's old and new.
These are the effects of losing you.
[/*]
Sydney snapped out of her thoughts as Tejal waved her hand in front of her face. Sydney blinked away tears and the thoughts of Danny that clouded her mind. She hadn't thought of him for a while, yet she still kept her engagement ring in a box at home.
"Are you ok, Miss?" Tejal asked. Sydney looked around at the class and realised that they were all looking at her with concern. Sydney nodded.
"Um…yes, I'm fine. I just…it just brought back bad memories, that's all," Sydney, said without thinking. She moved back behind her desk and cleared her throat before speaking. "That was very good, Tejal, you can go back to your seat," Tejal complied and sat down. Sydney sighed heavily and smiled a little.
"I'll be collecting your poems at the end of the lesson - those who haven't got them will have a detention tomorrow lunch," The class groaned again forgetting the recent events. "Right now, I want you to write [I]another[/I] poem," More moans "but this time in blank verse," Suddenly, Sydney's cell began to ring. The class groaned even more.
"Miss, you aren't allowed to bring phones into class!" Various people moaned. The kids loved it when the teachers broke the school rules. Sydney told them to calm down and write their poem as she rummaged through her bag for her phone. The class were quiet in a hope to listen in to their teacher's conversation. It beat doing work and then they could spread any gossip - like with Miss Valentine and the phone call from her boyfriend.
"Hello?" she answered eyeing her class. There was no one on the other end. "Hello?" she asked again. She was about to hang up when she heard someone sigh on the other end, "Hello?" she asked for the final time.
"Joey's Pizza?" the voice quipped shocking her. In disbelief she slammed down the phone - moving it away from her as if it was a snake. The class mumbled in confusion. [I]It couldn't be, could it?[/I] she questioned as she excused herself and ran to Liz's class.
Sydney peered through the window, hoping it was a joke. But she hadn't told anyone about the calls she received when she worked for the CIA. She knocked on Liz's door, who was busy marking some books. Liz motioned for her to come in as she noticed the stricken look on her friend's face.
"Are you ok? I thought you had a cl-"
"He called me," Sydney interrupted slipping into her American accent. Liz looked at her.
"Are you sure?" Liz asked rubbing her arm. Sydney nodded.
"Yeah, he said 'Joey's Pizza' like he used to," Tears formed in Sydney's eyes as she remembered Vaughn's calls. Liz looked at her as she thought.
"Maybe someone was trying to get in touch with 'Joey's Pizza', I mean, we had dinner there last week," Sydney nodded. About a year ago, a Joey's Pizza food chain was set up around the world. Sydney thought it was a joke but they actually sold pizzas - very good pizza too. Then Sydney shook her head,
"Why would they call my cell? My number is nothing like it!" she insisted. Liz agreed and then paused.
"Look, Meg, maybe it was just a mistake. Plus, now isn't the time to discuss it, you have a class and I have to get these marks down before next period. Lunch is in an hour - we'll talk then," Liz proposed. Sydney nodded. It made sense, plus she had to get back to her class before they started hanging from the ceiling. Sydney sighed and smiled at her friend as she began to leave.
"It's probably nothing!" Liz called after her and Sydney made her way back to her classroom.
Sydney almost laughed to herself at how ridiculous she must have looked when she stormed out of her class. The school was full of mini-dramas. She herself had seen two girls go at it over a guy. They had been vicious and almost scratched each other's eyes out. Sydney had had to refrain from kicking both their butts.
Sydney sighed as she paused outside her classroom and walked in expecting to see 27 pairs of eyes staring at her - instead - she saw a pair of green ones.
[b]TBC…[/b]