ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Come to think of it, I never really noticed Liz. Liz was one of those shy, quiet girls, who said nothing and never spoke their mind. I don't think I even knew she existed before Mrs. Hunter assigned us to be project partners. How could I have known that we'd grow so close?
-FRIDAY-
I looked over to my left, at the girl sitting next to me. Average physically, long jet black hair, large brown eyes hidden behind choppy bangs. Quite beautiful, that girl sitting next to me, starched white collar shirt, black skirt, grey boots. Slender hands, the smell of the sea and new erasers. She was sketching something. A landscape – rolling hills, shallow seas, flat land, a small house. She was lost in thought, it seemed. Too involved in her drawing to notice Mrs. Woods writing about different sources and word meanings. Too busy to catch Ryan Norton glancing over at me. Too busy to catch the clock ticking away. Too busy to fully experience the last day of school. Too busy drawing a clear summer's sky.
The boys were loud. Incredibly Loud. Of course. It was the last day of school. Jenny, who sat behind me, tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and got a note pressed in my hand.
"From Ryan." She grinned, pointing over at Ryan, who was looking at the board, cheeks flushed red. I smiled and nodded at her, taking the note. I opened it underneath my desk. In a messy font, obviously written with a half-dry pen stood six words.
Will you go out with me?
A scribbled signature revealed that it did indeed come from Ryan. I smiled widely. Jenny leaned in over my shoulders, reading the note. Her grin lit up beside me. "Told ya." She whispered. I laughed quietly and folded the note up into a small white square, turning back around. The girl next to me didn't seem to mind, as she just continued drawing her landscape. The whole class was acting insane by now, three and a half minutes before the end of our Ninth Grade year. Only she was quiet, not listening to the teacher, lost in thought. I've sat next to her this entire year and never noticed her… I don't even know what her voice sounds like.
"Alright everyone!" Mrs. Hunter clapped her hands together enthusiastically. "It seems that mostly the male part of this classroom has forgotten we're still in school. I would like to take this time to declare that everyone will have to do a project this summer." A simultaneous groan came from the boy's side of the classroom. "Yes, gentlemen we actually have to work in Research class, as unbelievable as it may sound. Now, we have two minutes to go." A small cheer sounded from the back corner. " You will all research ways to improve our world in groups of two. Preferably the person sitting next to you, unless you absolutely cannot stand that person." A few boys high-fived one another and chatter came from behind. I knew that they wanted me in their groups. Instead, I tapped the girl sitting next to me on the shoulder.
"It seems that we are now partners for this project." She literally jumped in her seat out of shock. Turning to me, she blinked a few times, slowly. Her long lashes batted up and down.
"Are you sure?" She asked me, shaking her head to the direction behind us. "You don't want to be with your friends?" I smiled and shook my head.
"It's not like I can't stand you." She gave a small smile. At that moment the bell rang.
"Alright, pack up everyone. See you after summer vacation!" Mrs. Hunter called but my partner and I stayed in our seats, slowly putting our stuff in our backpacks.
"Any ideas for what to do?" I asked, stuffing my pencils in my pouch.
"I would like to do something related to the ocean… Maybe how to prevent oil spills, or something of the sorts?"
"Good idea! You could maybe even draw something for it!" She turned red.
"Oh no, no… My drawings are very bad!" She hastily stuffed the landscape picture in her bag. I grinned.
"That's what they all say." She gave me an embarrassed smile. I ripped a piece of paper out of my notebook and scribbled my cellphone number on it, giving it to the girl.
"That's my number. Call me tonight, at say… Eight?"
"Alright." She nodded hastily, standing up and walking towards the door. I suddenly remembered and jumped up.
"Wait!" I called out. She turned around. "What's your name? And could I have your cell phone number, just in case.". She nodded and came back, grabbing my hand. Her hands were cold as she wrote her number on my hand. She gave me a small smile and then walked back towards the door, turning around one more time.
"I'm Liz. I'll talk to you later, Anne."
-FRIDAY-
I looked over to my left, at the girl sitting next to me. Average physically, long jet black hair, large brown eyes hidden behind choppy bangs. Quite beautiful, that girl sitting next to me, starched white collar shirt, black skirt, grey boots. Slender hands, the smell of the sea and new erasers. She was sketching something. A landscape – rolling hills, shallow seas, flat land, a small house. She was lost in thought, it seemed. Too involved in her drawing to notice Mrs. Woods writing about different sources and word meanings. Too busy to catch Ryan Norton glancing over at me. Too busy to catch the clock ticking away. Too busy to fully experience the last day of school. Too busy drawing a clear summer's sky.
The boys were loud. Incredibly Loud. Of course. It was the last day of school. Jenny, who sat behind me, tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and got a note pressed in my hand.
"From Ryan." She grinned, pointing over at Ryan, who was looking at the board, cheeks flushed red. I smiled and nodded at her, taking the note. I opened it underneath my desk. In a messy font, obviously written with a half-dry pen stood six words.
Will you go out with me?
A scribbled signature revealed that it did indeed come from Ryan. I smiled widely. Jenny leaned in over my shoulders, reading the note. Her grin lit up beside me. "Told ya." She whispered. I laughed quietly and folded the note up into a small white square, turning back around. The girl next to me didn't seem to mind, as she just continued drawing her landscape. The whole class was acting insane by now, three and a half minutes before the end of our Ninth Grade year. Only she was quiet, not listening to the teacher, lost in thought. I've sat next to her this entire year and never noticed her… I don't even know what her voice sounds like.
"Alright everyone!" Mrs. Hunter clapped her hands together enthusiastically. "It seems that mostly the male part of this classroom has forgotten we're still in school. I would like to take this time to declare that everyone will have to do a project this summer." A simultaneous groan came from the boy's side of the classroom. "Yes, gentlemen we actually have to work in Research class, as unbelievable as it may sound. Now, we have two minutes to go." A small cheer sounded from the back corner. " You will all research ways to improve our world in groups of two. Preferably the person sitting next to you, unless you absolutely cannot stand that person." A few boys high-fived one another and chatter came from behind. I knew that they wanted me in their groups. Instead, I tapped the girl sitting next to me on the shoulder.
"It seems that we are now partners for this project." She literally jumped in her seat out of shock. Turning to me, she blinked a few times, slowly. Her long lashes batted up and down.
"Are you sure?" She asked me, shaking her head to the direction behind us. "You don't want to be with your friends?" I smiled and shook my head.
"It's not like I can't stand you." She gave a small smile. At that moment the bell rang.
"Alright, pack up everyone. See you after summer vacation!" Mrs. Hunter called but my partner and I stayed in our seats, slowly putting our stuff in our backpacks.
"Any ideas for what to do?" I asked, stuffing my pencils in my pouch.
"I would like to do something related to the ocean… Maybe how to prevent oil spills, or something of the sorts?"
"Good idea! You could maybe even draw something for it!" She turned red.
"Oh no, no… My drawings are very bad!" She hastily stuffed the landscape picture in her bag. I grinned.
"That's what they all say." She gave me an embarrassed smile. I ripped a piece of paper out of my notebook and scribbled my cellphone number on it, giving it to the girl.
"That's my number. Call me tonight, at say… Eight?"
"Alright." She nodded hastily, standing up and walking towards the door. I suddenly remembered and jumped up.
"Wait!" I called out. She turned around. "What's your name? And could I have your cell phone number, just in case.". She nodded and came back, grabbing my hand. Her hands were cold as she wrote her number on my hand. She gave me a small smile and then walked back towards the door, turning around one more time.
"I'm Liz. I'll talk to you later, Anne."
Literature
Loving a Girl part 1
I saw her at The Sleepover, this huge, all girls sleepover that was held at my school every year. I'd been battling these kinds of feelings for a while now. For years I had repressed the thoughts in my head until they were just annoying little buzzes, but now I was being driven insane and I had to tell someone. Jess was the answer. My best friend, Jess. I had been planning on telling her for a while, and decided that it was better late than never. We sat down to eat dinner and I started babbling away. "Oh my gosh, my lemonade!" I yelled to Jess before sprinting off, "Be right back!" I had gotten a 2-litre bottle of sparkling lemonade at the
Literature
Loving a Girl part 2
1 week later
I saw her in the morning. Her locker was at the end of the hall. As I sat, waiting for my friends, she walked down the hall towards my locker and went into the bathroom a couple of doors down. It was pretty early so it was just the two of us on the entire third floor. I braved a quick glance at her as she walked by and found her looking back. We both turned away when we realized the other was looking. It was Wednesday, which meant we didn't have regular class. Because our school was non-semestered, and we went longer than other schools, we had special classes on Wednesdays. We could pick activities to do for the day instea
Literature
My Girl
The night was cold. She had been watching the building for half an hour. The building's occupant pulled away from behind the store a few minutes before and the structure had been still and lifeless in her absence. The lights were off and all was silent. Summoning her courage, she slipped out of the shadows and off of her clandestine spy post on top of a trash dumpster. She felt the sand, pebbles, and concrete of the driveway against her feet as she quietly crept across the gap to the store. Taking cover behind a bush, her fingers slipped into the flower pot where she knew spare keys were kept. Vaulting over the railing, she crouched next to t
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Comments174
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
nawwws
i like this alot!
i like this alot!