Timberline Academy

Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

{February 17th}

          I was in luckily the last class of the day, English. We had finally finished Orange Dawn after 6 months. We were having a conversation on whether Luna and Bucky’s love was real or not after the Orange Dawn. Obviously it wasn’t; she fell in love with him because she thought all hope was lost. Then when he died she realized that the love was potential and likely but wasn’t real.

          Of course according to my publisher I’m not allowed to release that information, because everyone wants a love story and not reality.

          “Mr. Carnaway what do you conclude about the book,” Mrs. Knight pulled me from my trance.

          “Obviously I’m not allowed to release that information, but personally I hate this book. Everyone thinks it’s this amazing love story when it isn’t all this book is about is the harsh truth that love isn’t always far. I wrote this book as a joke but then everyone loved it; I wish this book never happened. It isn’t my writing and it isn’t my taste.” I yelled.

          “Okay so write something different. Write about what people can’t physically fathom. Write about what you want to write not what the world wants to read. Writing isn’t about making money; it’s about stretching your capability and creativity to new lengths.” Mrs. Knight smirked. The bell abruptly rumbled and everyone rushed out of class.

          Writing something I wanted too wouldn’t be so hard if I actually knew what to write about. Since I got here my head has been in a daze.

           I couldn’t find Victoria today so I just went straight to my room. I closed the door behind me and saw on the end table a small Zip-Lock bag of white powder and a note next to it.

The note read: Dear Philip,

I’m sorry for our unexpected encounter a couple months ago. Here’s my apology. (First time is free)

Cole Caleb.

          So I’m going to assume that this bag is crack. I’ve heard of a few writers taking this stuff to get a muse. Stephen King did drugs and he’s considered one of the greatest writers in history.

          “This isn’t your writing Philip.” Victoria scoffed throwing the prologue I wrote while high. So what I didn’t tell her I did drugs then wrote I thought she wouldn’t know the difference.

          “What do you mean it isn’t my writing?” I asked.

          “It isn’t you; your kind of writing is demented, crazy, psychotic, and well this is rather cheery.”

          “So what I can change my range every now and then.” I lied. It isn’t even close to my writing this is too joyous.

          “It isn’t you. This isn’t your work I can tell Philip; everyone may not be as smart as you but I’m not that senseless.” Victoria yelled.

          “Ok so maybe I had some encouragements while-,”

          “Encouragements Philips what do you mean by ‘encouragements’?” Victoria crossed her arms.

          “Okay so Cole dropped by but-,” I started.

          “What did he give you?”

          “Just some-,”

          “No I am asking you now; what did he give you?” She yelled.

          “Coke, he gave me Coke.” I mumbled hoping no staff were walking the halls.

          “Philip really; you’re a better writer than that. You disgust me. You are such a fucking hypocrite. You claim I shouldn’t be doing this when all you do is go behind my back and do the same.” She yelled.

          “It was just a onetime thing.” I defended.

          “Sure it was Philip. Don’t come crying to me in a couple months when you’ve over dosed.” Victoria scolding grabbing her coat and leaving.

          Fuck what have I done I’m such an idiot.

                   {1 hour later}

          I had decided to give her time to cool off. I snuck over to the girl’s section even though it was almost midnight and lightly knocked on the door.

          “What do you want Philip?” Victoria scoffed.

          “Victoria please I’m sorry.” I plead.

          “Just promise me you won’t do it again.” She murmured.

          “I promise Victoria.” I begged.

          “Fine, just now that as much as it hurts me to say this, but if you try it again I will not forgive you.” She scolded.

          “Thank you Victoria.” I muttered kissing her.

          “Go before someone catches you. I love you.” She pushed.

          “We can do this together; fight this.” I smiled.

          “Go you idiot you’re going to get caught.” Victoria smirked.

          “I love you too my sweet Victoria.” I smiled running from the women’s section to the males’.

AN: So only three more chapters left (plus epilogue) after this. The song to the side is Love Isn’t Always Fair by Black Veil Brides. Sorry it was short I haven’t been feeling well.