Finding You, Finding Me
Chapter Two: Long Road Ahead
Thanks to Yelak and Sam Cdn... are you reading both my stories? Just kidding, I don't mind at all :-D makes me feel special!
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"Mr. Witter, Mr. McPhee, please have a seat!" Mr. Patterson barked at the two young men. Jack walked down the isle next to 'Mr. Witter'. He couldn't help but stare at the boy with a huge grin upon his face.
"McPhee, don't expect this class to be fun. I'm usually sent out to the office." Witter winked.
With the wise cracks Witter made, Patterson's class was a little more bearable.
"Mr. McPhee, I do hope you know something about poetry."
"Yes, sir." Jack said with the up most respect.
"Then, tell me. Who wrote the poem entitled, 'Nothing Gold Can Stay?'"
i That's not fair! I haven't even heard of that poem!/i "Sir? I have never read it, sir."
"Then I suggest you do, Mr. McPhee. I want you all to write a well-written poem by the end of the Semester. Yes, Miss Finch, I know that is only three weeks away, but you will do it." a girl in the back of the class put down her hand, "We won't read these aloud, but I will read them. They should be about something you are scared of, something that you regret, or something that happened to you."
He turned around to write a note on the chalkboard behind him. Jack sneaked a look at the boy next to him. Not bad looking in features, well-built, strong, handsome, his cheek bones defined, smooth red lips that you could kiss... iwoah now, Jackers, What are you doing? /i Jack thought to himself. He felt his stomach drop as he grew nervous, wanting not to know what this meant, and at the same time, wanting to know more.
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When the bell rang, signaling the period was over, Pacey Witter jumped out of his seat and was the first out the door.
"Have a good day, Mr. McPhee." Patterson said without looking up. Jack nodded and walked on.
Out of the door, Jack opened his backpack to get his schedule. A stack of tapes dropped out. "Shoot," Jack sighed.
Jack was a clumsy kid growing up, and even clumsier now. He was lucky if he only broke one vase a week, let alone plates in the mornings. His brother Tim always said, "I have the feeling you will break many things today." And his prediction always came true.
Quickly, he picked up the tapes, and stuffed them in the bag. He didn't want to cause too much attention on the first day. A brunette walked by with a blond in tow, "Loser," the brown haired girl laughed. Jack felt pained for just one second. Then he shook it off.
On to the rest of the school day, went Jack. He saw Andie only once or twice the whole day, but one of their classes was the same. Jack was happy.
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Kind of short... More soon!
Chapter Two: Long Road Ahead
Thanks to Yelak and Sam Cdn... are you reading both my stories? Just kidding, I don't mind at all :-D makes me feel special!
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"Mr. Witter, Mr. McPhee, please have a seat!" Mr. Patterson barked at the two young men. Jack walked down the isle next to 'Mr. Witter'. He couldn't help but stare at the boy with a huge grin upon his face.
"McPhee, don't expect this class to be fun. I'm usually sent out to the office." Witter winked.
With the wise cracks Witter made, Patterson's class was a little more bearable.
"Mr. McPhee, I do hope you know something about poetry."
"Yes, sir." Jack said with the up most respect.
"Then, tell me. Who wrote the poem entitled, 'Nothing Gold Can Stay?'"
i That's not fair! I haven't even heard of that poem!/i "Sir? I have never read it, sir."
"Then I suggest you do, Mr. McPhee. I want you all to write a well-written poem by the end of the Semester. Yes, Miss Finch, I know that is only three weeks away, but you will do it." a girl in the back of the class put down her hand, "We won't read these aloud, but I will read them. They should be about something you are scared of, something that you regret, or something that happened to you."
He turned around to write a note on the chalkboard behind him. Jack sneaked a look at the boy next to him. Not bad looking in features, well-built, strong, handsome, his cheek bones defined, smooth red lips that you could kiss... iwoah now, Jackers, What are you doing? /i Jack thought to himself. He felt his stomach drop as he grew nervous, wanting not to know what this meant, and at the same time, wanting to know more.
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When the bell rang, signaling the period was over, Pacey Witter jumped out of his seat and was the first out the door.
"Have a good day, Mr. McPhee." Patterson said without looking up. Jack nodded and walked on.
Out of the door, Jack opened his backpack to get his schedule. A stack of tapes dropped out. "Shoot," Jack sighed.
Jack was a clumsy kid growing up, and even clumsier now. He was lucky if he only broke one vase a week, let alone plates in the mornings. His brother Tim always said, "I have the feeling you will break many things today." And his prediction always came true.
Quickly, he picked up the tapes, and stuffed them in the bag. He didn't want to cause too much attention on the first day. A brunette walked by with a blond in tow, "Loser," the brown haired girl laughed. Jack felt pained for just one second. Then he shook it off.
On to the rest of the school day, went Jack. He saw Andie only once or twice the whole day, but one of their classes was the same. Jack was happy.
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Kind of short... More soon!
