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Post by daniel rennes on Dec 8, 2011 6:04:24 GMT -8
This was starting to get just plain sad. One week was understandable, two was excusable, but the third week in a row sitting at home on a Friday night officially made the junior a loser. He wanted so badly to shed his geek skin, and staying at home on the weekends reading books sure wasn‘t the way to do it. Sure, Nobletown wasn’t exactly New York or Las Vegas, but that didn’t mean that Daniel couldn’t find something to entertain him. Of course, his idea of fun was hanging out with other students that shared his interests.
Daniel rose from his computer, where he'd been working on his latest screenplay, a story about a girl who had lived her whole life in riches, and was suddenly forced into the real world when her parents went broke.. He showered and dressed in record speed, and after grabbing the notebook that was permanently attached to his hand whenever he went out in public, he was on his way.
He hadn't been there in awhile, but his feet still knew the way to his favorite coffee shop. It was one of the first places Daniel had discovered after enrolling at Nobletown Academy, and it had quickly become his favorite haunt. The chocolate chip cookies and blended drinks were to die for, and on Friday night poetry readings were held. The junior loved all kinds of art, and even though he couldn't write a quality poem if his life depended on it, he loved to hear poets that were actually good share their work.
Luckily for him, there weren't a lot of people around when he entered the eatery, so he didn't have to wait in a ridiculously long line to get three chocolate chip cookies and a macchiato with extra milk. Once he had his snack and beverage, he took a seat at one of the empty tables and prepared to listen to some good poetry. |
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Post by nevada enders on Dec 11, 2011 19:30:22 GMT -8
 friday nights only meant one thing for her, the poetry readings. she had loved coming up in front of everyone and shedding off the access pain she had built up in her veins. it was one way of getting it out, and it was most certainly much better than putting that razor to her pale skin like she had been doing so many times before. the girl got dressed in an iron maiden band t-shirt, dark denim skinny jeans, and her low-top doc-martens. nevada, yes that's her real name, flat-ironed her hair and parted it that way her shaved side was out and noticeable. then, she was out the door. as she walked off of school grounds, nevada placed a cigarette between her lips and brought her flame to it before inhaling deeply. as she exhaled, she made way with her journey.
when she made her way into the shop, she noticed the small crowd of people and smiled. the readings were always more enjoyable with less people, because not everyone got the 'hey it's poetry night' memo and talk over whomever's sharing. nevada had been in that spot before, and it was very aggravating. the girl waited until the owner gave her the okay to go up before walking onto the small stage. she smiled, waving a shy wave at the people who were giving her their full attention. the girl closed her eyes, inhaled, exhaled, and then opened her eyes again.
"the tunnel is dark, no light at the end.
at that particular moment we stop and think
to ourselves, why? why isn't my light on? why
is it that everyone else in the world has this
light and yet i sit in darkness. i sit in the tunnel.
i don't look up, i don't look at all. my eyes are
almost sewn shut with the dreadful dark lurking
over my shoulder. i find myself crawling, slowly
standing to where i'm then running down the tunnel.
my fingertips grazing the walls much similar to those
agonizing school halls. and there i was, i was out of
the tunnel. i was out of the darkness, and there i sat."
she put her head down to show everyone she was finished, the snaps along the cafe made her smile. nevada then stepped off of the stage and went into the line to order a plain black coffee and sat at an empty table.
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Post by daniel rennes on Dec 17, 2011 18:10:38 GMT -8
Dan settled into an empty table with his snack and beverage, and turned toward the stage. A freshman whose name he didn't know was just finishing up, and he snapped his fingers along with the rest of the audience.
Next up was a girl he recognized from around school. He remembered her name was Nevada something, and she was a year above him. He'd seen her here a few times before, but he'd always left before he could hear any of her poems. Tonight, however, he was lucky that she was going on earlier and he could hear one. He listened in silence as she spoke. The poem started off sad, but as it neared the end, the tone turned hopeful. When she finished, he snapped as enthusiastically as he could, along with the rest of the audience.
Nevada left the stage and took a seat at an empty table near him. At first, Dan didn't acknowledge her; he was uncomfortable talking to girls, and he didn't want to make a fool out of himself. The more he sat there, however, the more he had the urge to say something to her. She had been amazing, and she deserved to know. He knew that if he'd done something awesome, he'd definitely want someone to tell him. Finally, he turned to face her.
"Hi," he said, loudly enough for her to hear, but not so loudly that he disturbed the others listening to the next performer. "I just wanted to tell you how moving I thought your poem was," he told her.
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