One night...
" You're like stars at night
Stars that shines so bright
You are a prince who turned to frog
When I kiss will.... a, b, c... crag? ... drag?.. e, f, g... h... hog?..", Chloe crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash bin. The paper dropped into the floor from the overfilled bin.
She's been writing for about five hours already. She can't write a good poem, as always. Every night, she sits at the same chair near at the window in her room. The stars can be seen brightly to where she is sitting. She gazes at them as she thinks about Curt, the man she love.
"Curt is like a star... the brightest star... and I am the smallest and the farthest...", she whispered sadly. She looked at the stars around the biggest star in the night wide sky. " I wish I could be one of those stars so that I could stay close to you", she continued.
She pulled out a drawer and picked out a piece of paper with a printed text on it. It reads "Rhymer's Competition". "I guess this is the only way... if I will win, you will finally notice me", she said though a part of her is hopeless.
Since she entered Poet's Academy, she always thinks that she's not belong there. All of the students are good in writing while she doesn't even know how to express emotions through a poem. Curt, the man she admired, is famous for his talent in writing poems. She always wanted to be as good as Curt, in that way, she will be noticed not just as a friend by his Prince, she could also be his Princess.
She went early to Poet's Academy in the morning. As she walks her way through the corridor, she looked at every single picture of the famous writers hanging on the wall. The pictures of William Shakespeare, John Keats, Robert Browning and his wife Elizabeth, and other poets inspired her to really join the upcoming contest.
"Since the competition will be soon held, we are instructed by the Head Professor to let you write a poem today. We will select some of your works which can be qualified in the competition. Writers of those good works will join the competition, but of course those whose works aren't selected, you could still join and compete if you're brave enough", said the terror professor. The students started to write their poems then passed it to the professor after minutes. The professor started to read the poems. The professor picked out Chloe's works but not to say that it is qualified rather, to humiliate it. The whole class laughed loud as the teacher humiliate Chloe's work.
"Writing a poem is expressing what you feel deep inside. This poem?.. it has no emotion, Chloe. Remember those times you are sad or happy or any emotion you have felt. You should express those for you to be able to write a good piece.", the professor added.
At the cafeteria, Lian and Kasey, friends of Chloe, asked about how her work turned out that day. Chloe told the two what had happened and they both feel sorry about it. They also told Chloe that their work aren't selected also for the competition. The three felt upset.
"Hi girls", the guy sat next to Chloe got their attention. It was Curt.
"Hi", Lian and Kasey responded.
"What's with those gloomy faces?" Curt asked while he is looking at the gloomiest face of Chloe. Chloe is about to tell what had happened when a familiar voice spoke.
"No need to ask, Curt. It obvious with those faces, their works haven't selected.", Allison laughed. "Better if you'll just hang out with us, not with those losers." Allison continued as she pull Curt out of the cafeteria.
Chloe went home still sad about what had happened. She tried to write a poem again as she looked at the stars above. The empty trash bin beside her filled again with crumpled papers. Now, teardrops from her eyes fell down to the surface of the last sheet of paper she have.
