She's the goody two shoes, and he's the bad boy she doesn't normally even look at. But one weekend every year, her parents go to a convention across the country. This gives her the opportunity to do everything she's missed out on for a year. What ha...
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Skylar's POV
I walked into English class the same time as I normally do, but nobody was in there. When I walked over to my desk, there was a piece of paper. After looking around, I saw everyone had one on their desks. Quickly, I flipped over the paper to see what was written on it. At first, I thought it was just an assignment that he would explain in class, but then I read a little bit more.
Assignment: Skylar, everyone in the class has a different assignment based on their skill level. Yours is obviously the hardest, because you're my best student. My assignment for you is to describe the color red, without using the word red. Good luck and you will be reading this at the end of class. You may go wherever in the school to find peace, or inspiration. Keep it real, though.
I just sat there staring at the paper until the bell rang. Without making a sound, Sammy had sat down next to me and read over his assignment. Finally, I stood up and walked out of the classroom to find the most peaceful spot in the school. It wasn't hard to find my favorite spot and start thinking of my ideas. I was about to start ripping my hair our when an idea came to my head.
Sammy's POV
When I walked into class, Skylar looked so lost in thought and I knew it had to do with the paper in her hand. I walked over to my desk and she still didn't notice me. The paper on my desk gave me an assignment that I didn't want to do. It was impossible for me to look over her shoulder, because she got up and walked out of the door without a word. Looking back at my paper, I realized this assignment was going to be a little more complicated than anticipated.
Apparently, I had to write about something I love that I lost. This teacher really knows how to hit close to home. I grabbed a piece of paper and just started writing what I felt. Editing would come later. After about ten minutes, I had enough to actually start making a poem of sorts. Grabbing another piece of paper, I started rhyming everything to make a good poem. Suddenly, Skylar walked back in the room and walked over to the teacher.
Teacher: You're ready already? It's been 30 minutes, and you are the only one presenting today. Are you sure you don't want to look it over again.
Skylar: I'm 100% sure. I put my heart into this and I'm ready to read it out loud.
Skylar's POV
I walked to my desk to set my stuff down and take a deep breath. Presenting is my worst fear, but I knew this one would really be good. Before walking to the front of the classroom, I grabbed a piece of gum from my bag. I slowly made my way to the front of the room and turned to face everyone. Quickly, I turned to stare at the back of the room.
Skylar: My prompt is to describe the color red without using the word red.
Teacher: Everyone pay attention, I know this one will be good.
Skylar: When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it's the color of her dress. When she whispers in your ear, it is the color of her lips. When you make love, it is the trace you want her to leave all over your body. When she places her palm over your heart, it is the color that comes to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished. When you see her in your bedroom with another, it is the color of your breath. When you smash the vase in the hall, it is the color that threatens you to abandon the scattered pieces. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it is the color that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it is the color of her pulse. When you look her in the eyes for the last time, it is the fading color of your heart falling to your knees. It is not the color you see when she leaves.
The whole class was quiet with mouths gaping open. At first, I thought they disliked it, then everyone started clapping. I smiled to myself and walked to the back to turn in my assignment. When I walked back to my seat, Sammy sat there not moving a muscle. I don't know how I'm going to tell him what I decided. How is he going to take it? Maybe I can just avoid him for the rest of the day to avoid him asking me.
