Chapter 6: The Beauty of Blue-ness
The nest morning, Haley woke up to the buzzing sound of her alarm clock. She knocked it off the nightstand and groaned. She had to get to class. She couldn't afford another case of tardiness. She grabbed a towel and some toiletries and headed for the door. On the door was a yellow sticky note:
Hey Haley, I left really early in the morning, because I got a morning class. I set up your alarm clock for you. ( O you better say thank you for making sure you're not late! You can make it up to me by bringing your ass (and Cheyenne's if she's available) to the Hot Fox's. I know you are rolling your eyes at me, but just picture my sulky face and take pity. Well, I'm picking you guys up at 8, so be ready! This club is really hip, so dress appropriately (in other words, dress like a hoe---won't be a problem for you, will it?). Luv ya, Peyton
I laughed as I read her note. I did indeed roll my eyes about 3 times. Slowly I made my way into the coed bathroom and took a long sweltering hot shower. My thoughts drifted to last night's events and back to the paper. Arggg, stupid paper! Why is it so hard to write about my "muse"? Do I even need one anyways? Gosh darnit, I am a perfectly capable writer! Thinking that they can just control my life... the nerve of those professors.
I continued my mumbling speech and dried myself down. I went back into my room to find Cheyenne, not so happy anymore.
"Haaaaaallllllleeeeeeeyyyyy... My head fucking hurts. Do you have Tylenol?"
I threw her a bottle of Tylenol. It hit her head with a thud.
"Owwww... why'd you do that?"
"O Cheyenne... I should remember that whenever you have a hangover, you lose all eye-hand coordination. Come to think of it, you lose all control of your bodily functions."
"Just laugh all you want at your best friend's pain. Yeah laugh it up."
"O I am having a stupendous riot of laughter here."
"O shut up Haley; you're giving me a headache."
"Alright Ms. Wyoming, I'll shut my trap."
"Don't call me that... (she looked at her watch) O crap, I have microbio in like 20 minutes." Grabbing a towel, she rushed out of the room.
I picked up my bag and left the room. I barely made English class on time. When it was done, the professor came up to me and decided to put me on the spotlight about my paper.
"Ms. James? May I speak with you?"
"Uhhh... sure Professor Levot."
"How is your paper coming along?"
"Truthfully, I can't even find an inspiration. I thought of everything I could and I searched for everything I could find. There is nothing that really inspires me to write."
"Nonsense, Ms. James. Everyone has their own personal muse. Have you looked into the people that surround your life? What about your past? A romantic interest? A treasured place? All of these things affect an artist's emotions and skills. Professor Gabetti and I only want you to find these things. Think of this as your project for this year. Look wherever you can Ms. James."
"Um... Professor Levot, did you ever find your muse?"
"Why, yes I did, it is my husband. We go back a long way. I looked to my past and found it. Think about it. You may go now."
I left politely and wandered out of the building thinking about this "muse". Ok, I am gradually overcoming my initial pissed-off-ness. Maybe this project will do me some good. I walked off into the park outside the campus. I definitely needed some alone time.
As I walked, I looked up at the lofty trees, the gleaming sun, the pearly white clouds, and the startling blue sky. There was something about the color blue which really struck my soul. I felt peaceful and calm. All the other beauties of the world could never compare to the blue sky. It reminded me of something, but I couldn't quite pinpoint what.
After awhile, I sat on an old oak bench. I took in all the colors, emotions, and life that were swirling around me. My trance was broken by a man walking down the pathway. As he approached, I saw his figure appear closer. The person was coming closer and closer.
Suddenly I noticed the man's pair of familiar blue eyes lock onto my own. The man's hair was dark and I knew who exactly who it was. My veins became cold, my nerves became numb, and my heart froze. He looked at me and I looked at him. My mind was sending me signals to leave, but I couldn't move. His stare wasn't helping my case, either. I couldn't read what he was trying to tell me through eye contact.
I looked away and pretended to not notice him. For some reason, I wanted to stare into his blue eyes for eternity, but I pulled away. I don't know why, but I did. He passed me slowly and it felt like Father Time had stopped the clock just for this moment in history. As soon as I saw him disappear over the hill, I rushed to the opposite direction towards my dorm.
My heart was pumping with exhilaration for some odd reason. I sprinted to my room and collapsed onto my bed. I pulled out a notebook from under my bed and started to write my feelings onto the paper.
The nest morning, Haley woke up to the buzzing sound of her alarm clock. She knocked it off the nightstand and groaned. She had to get to class. She couldn't afford another case of tardiness. She grabbed a towel and some toiletries and headed for the door. On the door was a yellow sticky note:
Hey Haley, I left really early in the morning, because I got a morning class. I set up your alarm clock for you. ( O you better say thank you for making sure you're not late! You can make it up to me by bringing your ass (and Cheyenne's if she's available) to the Hot Fox's. I know you are rolling your eyes at me, but just picture my sulky face and take pity. Well, I'm picking you guys up at 8, so be ready! This club is really hip, so dress appropriately (in other words, dress like a hoe---won't be a problem for you, will it?). Luv ya, Peyton
I laughed as I read her note. I did indeed roll my eyes about 3 times. Slowly I made my way into the coed bathroom and took a long sweltering hot shower. My thoughts drifted to last night's events and back to the paper. Arggg, stupid paper! Why is it so hard to write about my "muse"? Do I even need one anyways? Gosh darnit, I am a perfectly capable writer! Thinking that they can just control my life... the nerve of those professors.
I continued my mumbling speech and dried myself down. I went back into my room to find Cheyenne, not so happy anymore.
"Haaaaaallllllleeeeeeeyyyyy... My head fucking hurts. Do you have Tylenol?"
I threw her a bottle of Tylenol. It hit her head with a thud.
"Owwww... why'd you do that?"
"O Cheyenne... I should remember that whenever you have a hangover, you lose all eye-hand coordination. Come to think of it, you lose all control of your bodily functions."
"Just laugh all you want at your best friend's pain. Yeah laugh it up."
"O I am having a stupendous riot of laughter here."
"O shut up Haley; you're giving me a headache."
"Alright Ms. Wyoming, I'll shut my trap."
"Don't call me that... (she looked at her watch) O crap, I have microbio in like 20 minutes." Grabbing a towel, she rushed out of the room.
I picked up my bag and left the room. I barely made English class on time. When it was done, the professor came up to me and decided to put me on the spotlight about my paper.
"Ms. James? May I speak with you?"
"Uhhh... sure Professor Levot."
"How is your paper coming along?"
"Truthfully, I can't even find an inspiration. I thought of everything I could and I searched for everything I could find. There is nothing that really inspires me to write."
"Nonsense, Ms. James. Everyone has their own personal muse. Have you looked into the people that surround your life? What about your past? A romantic interest? A treasured place? All of these things affect an artist's emotions and skills. Professor Gabetti and I only want you to find these things. Think of this as your project for this year. Look wherever you can Ms. James."
"Um... Professor Levot, did you ever find your muse?"
"Why, yes I did, it is my husband. We go back a long way. I looked to my past and found it. Think about it. You may go now."
I left politely and wandered out of the building thinking about this "muse". Ok, I am gradually overcoming my initial pissed-off-ness. Maybe this project will do me some good. I walked off into the park outside the campus. I definitely needed some alone time.
As I walked, I looked up at the lofty trees, the gleaming sun, the pearly white clouds, and the startling blue sky. There was something about the color blue which really struck my soul. I felt peaceful and calm. All the other beauties of the world could never compare to the blue sky. It reminded me of something, but I couldn't quite pinpoint what.
After awhile, I sat on an old oak bench. I took in all the colors, emotions, and life that were swirling around me. My trance was broken by a man walking down the pathway. As he approached, I saw his figure appear closer. The person was coming closer and closer.
Suddenly I noticed the man's pair of familiar blue eyes lock onto my own. The man's hair was dark and I knew who exactly who it was. My veins became cold, my nerves became numb, and my heart froze. He looked at me and I looked at him. My mind was sending me signals to leave, but I couldn't move. His stare wasn't helping my case, either. I couldn't read what he was trying to tell me through eye contact.
I looked away and pretended to not notice him. For some reason, I wanted to stare into his blue eyes for eternity, but I pulled away. I don't know why, but I did. He passed me slowly and it felt like Father Time had stopped the clock just for this moment in history. As soon as I saw him disappear over the hill, I rushed to the opposite direction towards my dorm.
My heart was pumping with exhilaration for some odd reason. I sprinted to my room and collapsed onto my bed. I pulled out a notebook from under my bed and started to write my feelings onto the paper.