Lucy In The Sky

Julia

LUCY'S P.O.V

English was my first class of the day. I've always hated English since the incident I had with John passing the drawing of me around class, not to forget Shakespeare. The only aspect of English I really liked was poetry, which we only did once a week on Mondays. This meant I had poetry today, which I was fine about until I realised Vicky was not yet in class, which meant she probably wasn't going to be in school at all because Vicky is never ever late! I hate school without Vicky. I wondered why she was off, she would never miss the first day back! I now had to trek around school all on my own.

I searched the class for a seat, and the only place free was a desk at the back of the room next to a boy named Jack. Jack was a small blonde lad with a strong Liverpudlian accent and of course- a follower of Johns; which intimidated me when I came to sit next to him. He looked up and down at me and gave me a wink, proceeding to say "Aye, Miss Lucy Henderson. A pleasure! John, look who we got 'ere! You 'ad enough sleep tonight, pet? We don't want ye droppin' off now do we!"

This of course made the entire corner of the room burst into hysterics. 'Great' I thought, the day had only just begun and I was already made to look like an idiot. I felt my pale skin blush a bright red, so I slipped into the seat and tried to hide myself as much as I could.

When the laughing died down and the stares had stopped, the teacher walked in and took the register and proceeded straight away into the works of Edgar Allan Poe. The lesson seemed so long without Vicky there to make snide comments about the rest of the class with, and I felt every chuckle someone made was about me. Which it probably was.

A whisper came from in front of me. "Oi, Miss Henderson. You got a pen I could borrow? Mine's just ran out ya see." I lifted my head up to see that it was John. I really wish I could've just said 'No, go shove your pen up yer ass', but of course, I wasn't brave enough, so I nodded and pulled another pen out of my bag.

"Cheers" He said, and gave me a wink. By the looks of things, John was drawing and scribbling words on a page, which terrified me because I knew it wasn't poetry work he was doing- as our task was to annotate 'The City In The Sea'. I could only have thought it was another nasty drawing of myself. John was deep in concentration with whatever he was doing and Jack must have noticed this too.

"John?" he whispered. "What ya doin' mate?" John completely ignored Jack and just carried on, which was strange because John is always such a loud character, speaking at every chance he got and seeking as many peoples attention as he could get. Jack leaned over his desk and nudged John's shoulder to get his attention.

"Fuck off." John snapped, and carried on scribbling. Jacks face was shocked, I guess he's as intimidated by John as I am.

When the bell rang I was so relieved, I felt like I could breathe again. I was one of the last students to leave the classroom (as usual). I was waiting for John to return my pen, but he never did, him and his teddy boy group just totally cleared off the second the bell went.

Just before I picked up my satchel and went to go out to break, I noticed a piece of paper on the floor near to where John was sat. I picked it up and searched the room to check he was definitely gone. 'So what has he been doing all lesson, oh God, it's going to be an awful drawing of me isn't it. Oh God, I can't look'. I thought. But I plucked up the courage to unfold the paper.

It wasn't a drawing of me. It wasn't nasty comments about me. In fact, it wasn't about me at all. It wasn't even a drawing, it was a poem! Since when does John Lennon write POEMS? No wonder he didn't want Jack to see what he was doing, if Jack and the rest of his group found out then HE would be the laughing stock rather than myself!

I tucked the paper into my pocket and quickly left the class room, heading straight to one of the covered walk-ways, where I sat on a brick wall to eat an apple. 'So what's this poem all about then, eh? I have Lettering class next, John's in that! As is Pete, one of Johns best mates, I could give Pete the poem and say it's John's! Oh Pete would find the poem hilarious! Then John could get some of his own medicine' I thought. I pulled out the poem from my pocket to read it properly.

"Julia
Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you, Julia

Julia, Julia, ocean child, calls me
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me
Julia

Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering
In the sun

Julia, Julia, morning moon, touch me
Julia

When I cannot write my heart
I can only speak my mind, Julia

Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, touch me
So I write a poem of love, Julia
Julia"

Of course there was a lot of crossings-out, and several dodgy drawings of this girl, Julia. But wow. It was beautiful. Did John Lennon really do this? My mind could not comprehend... John, a loud, foul mouthed boy, the leader of the Teddy Boy group at school... wrote a poem... about love?!
Firstly, who on earth is Julia? Why does he want her to touch him? Why has she made John so emotional?

The only Julia I could think of was a girl in the year above us, a tall chunky girl with jet black hair, not exactly John's type, but does John even have a type?

"Lucy!" I heard a voice call, it was Paul! I quickly tucked the poem back into my pocket before he noticed I had it. "Why are ye alone? Aint Vicky at school?" he asked as he came to sit next to me on the wall.

"Yeah, Vickys not here, I'm a loner for the day I s'pose!" I giggled

PAUL'S P.O.V
Lucy has the sweetest laugh, I offered to hang around with her for the day, as my friends were doing music practise anyway. She was telling me about her last lesson and something to do with a fella called John who nicked her pen or whatever... but all I could notice was a bit of hair covering her face. I quickly leant forward and tucked it behind her ear. "There. Sorry, t'was annoying me. Now we can see that pretty face of yours!" I said. She blushed a little and carried on with her conversation, she had the softest cheeks and silkiest hair out of any girl in the Art College, I swear!

When the end of break bell rang, I offered to walk her to her next class again and held her bag for her. We walked in silence, but it wasn't awkward, I could smell her perfume; she smelt like lavender. I dropped her off at her Lettering class and told her I would meet her in the same place for lunch. Could I really last that long without seeing that beautiful smile of hers again until then? I guess I had to.