It was early in the morning but, the sun wasn't out. It was dark, cloudy and cold which has never happened before. Mom thinks it's the start of humanity's downfall but honestly, if it were then why isn't it...hot? On my way to school this morning, I heard a very wonderful voice. It was the sweetest, softest and overall comforting voice ever!
Although it did seem a tad familiar. In freshman year, there used to be this girl. She seemed pretty nice and everyone liked her...until one day, she never came back to school. Everyone assumed that she moved away without telling anyone but, if that were the case then a lot of teachers wouldn't have been so aggressive towards our grade for this long. Ever since that day, the teachers gave us harsh projects and when we asked why, they always gave us an angered look. Anyway, I could only hear the voice when I walked passed a bunch of sunset and white Kalina flowers. I believe they originate from Hawaii...maybe I have a thing for gardening.
My primary teacher, Mr. Faux, used to be happy before she left. I wonder if they were friends or if something bad happened. I've been meaning to ask him but I've noticed that he brings in those flowers I was talking about earlier, and pins it to his chest before teaching the class. He also liked to read this journal during lunch as well. It seemed to have had poems in it because he'd whisper the words:
"His eyes, iridescent, and his smile sends me on the longest flight of my life. Instead, as flight full of joy but when the chime in my head sinks in, the flight is never finished"
The journal is completely filled out as well. I visited him for extra help once and for inspiration, he flipped all the way to the end of the book and started reading a poem. He'd stop and skip to parts which never made sense to me but I still enjoyed them. Plus it helped me pass English too so, I guess he only wanted to read the powerful portions of the poem to help me out. Time surely flies by and I wish I could go back to class honestly...maybe then, I'd figure out the real reason behind everything. Or maybe to enjoy that amazing bowl of chili my mom gave me a few years ago.
Mom works at an office where they research technology and fund shows related to it. She used to work with this woman who would bring a giant bowl of chili that everyone adored. She brought the last of it home so that I could try it for myself. I still remember how it tasted...it tasted like home. A sense of comfort with warm beans, juicy meat and sauce that had a hint of spice to it. Mom ask the woman for the recipe and she found out that the woman's daughter made it from scratch! Before my mom could give the woman a thank you card I wrote for her, the woman's office was empty. Everyone started spreading rumors that the woman became jealous of her daughters talent and murdered her before killing herself. Even though it's just a rumor, it really hit me in my hear for some reason...almost as if it had something to do with the nice girl at school. These rumors only started the last day that everyone saw her.
I know the girl is in every class I've had my entire time of being at the school. Some teachers would start to say her name but sigh, moving onto the next person. I wonder if she'd make Mr.Faux's class a lot more interesting. He's just reading out of these journals now instead of teaching us about how to write poems or what makes a good essay...that kind of stuff. It's weird how he has journals meant for girls too. All of them are bright colors with stars in gold, but his favorite one to read from is a light blue book covered in white stars with the words "Dream" written in bold curvy letters.