Sygzygy - A Divine Tragedy

Chapter 3

Little Miss Lotte

As I sit and watch these mundane write

I wonder about the late last night

When the moon was full and so very bright

And I caught the scent of a beautiful sight.

Her hair was pale and skin of gold

Her eyes of beauty unfurled with cold

But her warmth painted a hue so bold

And I retell the story I was once told.

There would be a girl with rosy lips and cold so warm

She would embody me like a storm

Of icy frost that would slowly form

To which I am now reborn.

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          “Welcome back, class. I hope that your summer was as enjoyable as mine.” Miss Tami Fromang said to the class, her smile was as enjoyable as a box of Hershey kisses that someone else ate while you watched in pain and horror. “There’s not much you’ve got to do to pass this Creative Writing class, but I expect it out of every one of you, even if there’s only sixteen students here. I’ve made sure that you will be challenged enough this year and there’ll be enough chances to prove yourselves.”

            She then continued to point out what seemed like important stuff on the syllabus, boring me more than watching Barney and Friends. I quickly took a glance through the paper, ignoring the point she made how not to skip ahead and to read it as a class. It read that since it was a year-around block, half was notes, the other was writing, then there was a month where we would be challenged to write a 50,000 word novel, and towards the end of the year there would be a chance to get any of our work published. Wow, I thought, impressed that those chances would actually be life changing for a class that might as well be labeled delinquents.

            “Um, excuse me.” I looked over to the sound that made me lose my concentration and the whole world seemed to slow down. In the doorway was the most amazing girl I had ever seen. Her hair was a snowy white, with skin that was rich and flawless as a diamond, her lips as plump as a rose, and those eyes seemed to pierce my very soul with thick shards of frozen glass, but it didn’t cause me pain, no it actually made me feel alive. It caught my eye almost at last minute how her eyes were blue; an exact husky blue.

            “Is this the Creative Writing class?” She asked, looking over to Ms. Fromang, quickly passing her eyes over the classroom. Her voice seemed small and quiet, but it boomed with authority, grabbing everyone’s attention, especially mine.

            “Yes, it is. And your name is?” The girl relaxed a bit and smiled.

            “Emily Church, but I go by Emy.” Emy, I thought interestedly, watching her as she seemed to flinch just as I said it in my head. Weird.

            “Well, Emily, there’s an empty seat next to Simon if you’d like to take it.” Emy smiled at Ms. Fromang and made her way to the seat on my right stiffly, sighing quietly as if she had passed a test.

            “Hey, I’m Simon.” I whispered as Ms. Fromang continued speaking. Emy looked at me and gave me a shy genuine smile.

            “It’s nice to meet you.” She said as she pulled out a pen and notebook, but taking another glance at me. “Are they always like that?”

            “What?”

“Your eyes. Why do you hide them so?” I seemed to pull back a bit in surprise. I did put my color contacts on this morning, didn’t I? If so, how can she tell?

            “I guess people get scared of things that are different.” I answered a bit hesitantly. Emy nodded; she must understand how it is then.

            “Alright, everyone, take out a notebook and we’ll get started on some notes.” Everyone must’ve felt comfortable since they all groaned in unison. Emy seemed pleased with the idea, already decorating her notebook with the drawing of a wolf. Trying to be on the teacher’s good side, I did what she asked while secretly composing my past nightmares to accommodate with the icy touch on my cheek as I took small glances towards Emy, feeling how breath taking she was.