E/N I am humbled by all these wonderful reviews were given to the first part of my saga. It's far from over and may take time to be completed.
A/N I second Ernst's thoughts. And I don't have much work this week, so I'll try to update frequently. But it will probably get more spaced out since I have a bunch due next week. And I love hearing what people think of my writing; it's my favorite part. So please, feel free to give your opinions. And the only SA thing I own is the soundtrack from iTunes, just so you know.
Ernst ran through the vineyard (it was the shortest path to school). He was almost at the edge when something caught his eye. No, it was a someone.
Hanschen was standing there as if waiting for him to get to school. "Cutting it a little close this morning Ernst?" he asked with that smug grin on his face that drove Ernst wild.
"A little," Ernst managed to squeak.
"Did the Latin due you in too?" Hanschen chuckled.
"Y-y-yes" he said after a short pause. He was running late because he had to finish his Latin.
"Have breakfast yet?" he asked.
"N-n-no. I'm going without this morning," Ernst replied shocked by Hanschen interest in him.
"Why don't you have my apple? I'm not too fond of them anyway and you'll need the energy to stay focused."
In complete shock, Ernst stretched out his hand towards the red delicious apple Hanschen was offering him. Their fingers touched and Ernst felt a spark ignite inside of him. His repressed dreams from the night before appeared in the forefront of his mind.
Lucky for Ernst, Hanschen walked away as soon as the apple was in Ernst's hands. "You're welcome," he said as he walked away.
Ernst did not even hear him, he was too busy chastising himself for letting theses thoughts control him. He was no better than Moritz after all.
He ate the apple anyway, even though he considered starving himself as punishment, and sat watching his classmates interact.
Melchior was looking over Moritz's attempted Latin, but mostly just rewriting his onto Moritz's paper. Such a thoughtful boy who cared about his friend. Moritz was probably going on about his dreams from the night before. Ernst had overheard them whispering in class. Legs in sky blue stockings climbing over the podium. Such a peculiar idea.
Hanschen had walked over to where Georg and Otto were standing, probably talking about girls or food. That's all they seemed to care about. Georg had a thing for his piano teacher, we all heard his stories. But deep down, I think he liked Anna. He was always a little protective of her and treated her with a bit more kindness and patience than the rest of us. Otto's favor was always a mystery. We knew he liked his mama, but he'd probably like Thea if he would look around every once in a while.
All the girls wanted Melchior (He didn't blame them) except Martha and Ilse who seemed to prefer Mortiz in his confusion. Ernst only knew this because the girls accepted him as their friend. Sometimes they'd get to play together after he finished school, if his homework wasn't too pressing. It was always so much fun.
The bells chimed marking the hour that class was set to begin. He tossed the finished apple into the vineyard knowing it would decompose and headed towards the building, praying that he could be more like Melchior or Hanschen today. But they couldn't control themselves either, so This task would become impossible seeing as Hanschen had waited and held the door open for Ernst to walk indoors. So much for being good.
A/N I think I'm going to start throwing in random bits of info about me at the end of each chapter. It seems like fun. Like BOL is my top played song on my iPod. I have a feeling it always will be.
Enjoy the story and please R&R