Spirit Guides In the Mist

chapter 5

Waking the next morning she rolled her eyes before climbing out of bed. She forced herself out of bed to get dressed. she fumbled for the closest outfit and threw it on. She grabbed her book bag and went downstairs. She grabbed an apple and told her mother goodbye as she headed out the door. The last thing she wanted was to deal with another boring day in the world of high school life. She entered the building and headed to her first class. As the day progressed her mind didn't seem to focus on the history lesson. 

The entire day had been like that. In science  and then in math class she couldn't concentrate on anything they were teaching her. Instead her mind was filled with thoughts of the meditation from the night before. He mind kept wandering back to the meditative trance an the old man with the fishing pole. She wanted to know who he had been, why he was in her meditation and what had he been talking about.

What was she supposed to figure out? These questions kept invading her mind off and on throughout the day. She kept trying to make a feeble attempt during her English Lit class, but it had become pointless. Joline had no interest in any of it. She was more concerned with her meditative study. No matter how much she tried to focus on her waking world, her mind would run back to her dreams, nightmares and meditative study. She seemed to be stuck there as if that part of her brain refuse to be silenced for too long. Felling like her dreams were trying to tell her something and her soul refused to rest until she got the message. 

The bell rang with a shrill sounding force, jerking her out of deep thought. She stood from her seat and headed off with the rest off her class mates to get to their next one. The students migrated down the hall like cattle. Noisy, obnoxious and a bit goofy, cattle. She too like the rest of them couldn't wait to get this last one done and go home for the day. The good thing was it was a class she loved, art. She had a passion for sketching, painting and ceramics. It was easy for her to get lost in whatever she was assigned to create there. Today had been different. She loved art but today she'd been to focused on the dreams. 

Right now that was what mattered to her, and she wanted to get back home to investigate her soul's journey. She didn't see the point in half the stuff they taught you in high school. Would Algebra ever really help you land a great paying job? Or not knowing all of the elements of the periodic table? It had nothing to do with any type of a career she would want in the future. She didn't think a hiring manager anywhere would turn a possible employee away because they didn't pass gym their junior year. She wanted to laugh at the notion as she waved hello to a few of the other kids she knew in the hallway.

She turned left and then walked down and across the hall to her art class. She strolled in and took a seat in the back row. She plopped down and pulled out her sketchbook. She wasn't the best in the class but quite a few of her sketches had earned her more than just a passing grade. She loved to draw fantasy art. She did well with castles and dragons and wasn't too bad with fairies and horses. She had tried to do a pegasus a few times but couldn't seem to get the wings just right. It didn't discourage her, she either kept trying or moved onto something else. 

The sketchbook assignment for today had been seasons. They were supposed to pick one of the four seasons and draw a scene of the season. Joline decided to do an autumn scene.  She had always liked fall. It had been her favorite one for a long time. Pulling out her colored pencils and a few of her regular art ones, she started by drawing out smooth lines of a country road, drawing it in different shades. Then she started adding simple trees with earth tone colored leaves on the trees and a few bare branches, with a few leaves falling to the ground. She hoped to see a good grade on it. She knew Patrick Jones, one of the other students in her class always did a far better job than she ever had. She had known all year that he was just an overly talented artist and did her best not to be too jealous of his work. 

Once she had drawn several trees with plenty of fallen leaves, she then sketched a young boy raking them into a large pile. Then adding a few pumpkins as well as a couple of sparrows flying in the distance.