Best Friends // lrh

17. No Escape.

A/N: Hi guys! This took me longer to update than I wanted, but I refused to put up a half-ass written chapter, so that's why. I've almost hit 5.5k reads and that makes me v v happy. Please keep reading and share this and whatever you want. I hope you like all the twists and turns. Anyway, this basically picks up from the last chapter! I love you.

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I drummed on the table, waiting for the teacher to finish our lesson. 

Don't get me wrong, I love literature, but I just wanna get out of here. I saw Michael in the window across the hall and he had the craziest grin on his face. He kept glancing over at me and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Miss. Clifford," Mrs. Howe called, "Would you care to give your interpretation of what Poe is trying to convey in this poem?"

Damn it.

"Um, okay," I thought for a moment, "I think the Raven is his own conscious, the feelings he's tried to push away about Lenore. He's forced to face these feelings with the only word: Nevermore. Poe releases his feelings, in the end he's only been talking to himself, letting go of Lenore. Although he doesn't want to forget, he becomes forced to remember, and as a result is completely conflicted. He has to deal with his grief, and it drives him insane."

Everyone just stared at me while Mrs. Howe just smiled, "Thank you, Lacy, nicely put. Anyone else?" She asked, shifting the attention somewhat away from me. 

The bell finally rang and I nearly ran out to head to the gym for the pep rally, but Mrs. Howe stopped me.

"Yes, Mrs. Howe?" I asked, trying not to seem irritated. 

"Your interpretation was simply invigorating. Have you ever thought about writing?" 

"I mean, I write, but it's nothing really serious, mostly songs. I have a journal I've been keeping for as long as I can remember, I write in it everyday. Why?"

She smiled again, "You have a voice, and I'm not talking about your singing. I know this band is practically your life, and you guys are amazing, but I would seriously think about starting a blog, anonymous or not. The way you speak and write is wonderful, something I've never seen and I've been a literature teacher for 35 years. Put that pen to use." 

I couldn't help but smile, "Thank you, Mrs. Howe, really. Now, if you don't mind, I've got to go, I'm singing the anthem for the pep rally."

She laughed, "Of course, I'll be there soon. Just think about what I said."

I nodded, practically running out. 

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We ran out of the building, banners and footballs everywhere. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as everyone chanted and the energy was so high. Luke ran up behind me, picking me up and lifting me on his shoulders. Callie was on Michael's shoulder's and we linked arms over their heads, cheering along. When Luke dropped me off his shoulders and my football team suddenly surrounded me. We were pulled into the locker rooms and we got ready for our game. 

I still can't believe I'm playing in this game then I have the show tonight. Pulling this off was going to take some serious magic, which I just happened to have.

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Ashley and Hannah picked me up, propping me up on their shoulders while I had the game ball in my hands. I had just scored the winning goal with 3 seconds left, we literally couldn't believe it (especially because I didn't use magic at all in this game). This team was undefeated until now. All the girls chanted as everyone ran from the stands and onto the field. After I was dropped from my teams arms, Michael scooped me right back up.