Under the Willow Tree

Chapter 4

      Geometry was the same boring class, same boring proofs and theorems. I spent the majority of the class working ahead and drawing in my sketchbook. My sketchbook is a huge compilation of my thoughts and feelings. If something happens thats out of the ordinary, its in my sketchbook. I can show you the day Adam asked me out, I can show you when my aunt was in the hospital, heck, I can even show you when my first marching band competition was. Too bad I don't put dates on my drawings. But there is always a dark place in each of my sketchbooks. There is always a dark picture- whether it be black and white or colored in- and it just shows those deep dark places in my mind. The place that few people have seen, or even heard of. I like to think I'm a sweet, optimistic girl, but then there are these pictures that come and go. Although, ever since Valentine's day in eighth grade, Adam has slowly been replacing those pictures. Its nice to think that even on my darkest days, he can make those vanish.

    After geometry is advisory and lunch. Advisory is always fun. We never actually do anything, though. Its just half a period of complete silence. Usually I spend it with my nose in a book, or my sketchbook, or my geometry text book. Today I was bored, so I took out my entire set of 20 colored pens and attempted to give myself a tattoo. It mostly consisted of drawing tiny hearts on my hand in different colors. One for each of the Avengers, one for each of my favorite colors, and the biggest one for Adam. I was lost in a swirl of color combinations until the bell set me free for lunch. I walked with my friends Lulu and Adele to their lockers where we chatted about how Lulu is too short for her locker and what today's lunch was. Lulu and Adele are nice, but lately I just couldn't get my mind off of Adam. He'd been acting strangely lately, and sometimes its just hard for me to tell if he's even sad or tired, so trying to decipher his behavior is a whole other puzzle. 

      My next class was probably my favorite by far. Treble choir class is just the most amazing experience. Mrs. Ariad was really fun and she isn't like other teachers that just teach. She interacts and gets into singing and really supports our growth and wellbeing as more than a student. As today is a Friday, we're practicing Solfege Sightreading. Its basically using the solfege syllables (do re mi etc.) to sing music, but without going through and writing all the syllables into the music first. Music has always been my escape along with my sketchbook. The only question is, what am I escaping from?