Hi, I'm Raven More.
People think my name is Raven because of my black hair, but actually I was named after the book by Poe. Because of that, I developed my love for poetry.
I was raised by my single father who was a world class surgeon. He told me before my mother passed away, she was reading the raven and decided to name me Raven. After he told me that, I read the book and that's how I developed my love for poetry. When I was in high school, I was one of the most popular girls in school. But, I was only popular because of my beauty. I didn't want to be liked for my looks, I wanted them to like me for my poetry.
One day as I was writing some poems in the art room, I noticed a boy who had the same shade of of the same hair and eye color. I thought maybe I can talk to him. I went off my set and tried to talk to him. "Hi, I'm Raven. What's your name." He just looked at me then turned away. "Oh, I guess you don't want to talk right now. Maybe next time." Every time I tried to, he just ignores me. After class I was gathering my homework when I found a drawing in all the papers on my desk. It was a drawing of me as an angel. "You are like a angel from heaven with your beautiful eyes and smile. From Helen." I didn't anyone named Helen, but I just let that slide and went home.
I was in my room writing some poems when I got a text from the same person who gave the drawing, Helen. "Do you like my drawing?" I responded "Yeah, I like it." "You really do have the face of an angel." "Thanks Helen. I just wish I was liked for my poems." "I think your poetry are amazing. You got talent." "Thanks Helen, so do you." "Do you think we can meet in the art room after school?" "Sure, I'll see you there."
The next day after school I went into the art room to meet up with Helen but to my surprise, I saw the same boy who refused to talk to me! " Excuse me, do you know where Helen is?" Surprisingly, he spoke to me "I'm Helen." What?! Helen is a boy?! "I know, I have a girl name." "Why didn't you talk to me before?" "I'm antisocial." "Good answer." I sat next to Helen as he was drawing one of his pictures. They looked amazing. "Your drawings look great Helen." "Thanks, but nobody would care." "What do you mean?" "I don't get involved in anything or anyone." "I don't know why you think that, but why did you decide to draw a picture of me and gave it to me?" "I don't know, maybe because you're different from everyone else." "Thanks, I guess. I just want to be liked for my poems and not my beauty." "Well I think they're awesome. You got real talent." "Thanks Helen." Helen and I became friends that day and we shared our passions with each other.
One day in class, one of our classmates Judy had lost her watch. "Where's my watch?!" Students searched around for the watch when Ben, one of the bullies, found the watch in Helen's bag! Everyone turned to him in shock and anger. "I didn't do it!" "My watch was in your bag!" "It wasn't him! I know it!" I tried to stop them but they ignored me and and attacked Helen! I tried to stop them but they just continued to beat up Helen until the bell rung for class. Everyone returned to their seats when the teacher came in, he saw that Helen was bleeding. "Helen what happened?" I tried to tell him that he was beaten but Helen stopped and said "I just fell down the stairs." The teacher believed him and started class. "Helen, why didn't you tell him the truth?" But he didn't say anything.
Over the next few days, Helen had became a target for the school bullies. I've tried to convince everyone what really happened but nobody listened to me. I tried to tell the teachers about it but they just believed that Helen just fell down the stairs. I tried to convince Helen to tell the teachers or the principal the truth but he refused. "Helen you're never gonna clear your name if you don't tell anyone about it." "It doesn't matter, nothing's gonna change." Helen stopped talking to me after that. I went home and told Dad about it. "You are a very good person Raven, you have an eye for good intentions." "Thanks Dad, but how can I help Helen?" "Just do the right thing. Maybe turn it into a poem." Dad had a point. I went to my room and wrote a poem about Helen. It wasn't enough to clear Helen's name.
