Creative Writing

By the time, I shut my locker I was late for first period.

My class was on the other side of the school. I had Creative Writing.

I was walking to class until I saw students leaving a classroom.

It was Becky's Classroom. It looked like they were heading to class.

When they were out of sight I peeked into the window of the classroom.

She has three periods that are the same as mine. Creative Writing, Gym, and Lunch.

I rushed to catch up with them.

~*~

I walked into my first period class.

"Sir. Do you have a late pass?" The Creative Writing Teacher asked me.

I didn't know what to say. I try to answer, but it came out as a mumble.

"It's okay. It's the first day. Please find a seat." The Creative Writing Teacher says to me.

I sat in the back of the classroom.

Topic: Free Write

"Today is the first day of class and I want all of you to do a free write on anything. You can write it in any form." The Creative Writing Teacher ordered.

I wrote a poem on my way to class for Becky. It went:

You are my Heart,

You are my Soul,

I give you Love,

You give me soft kisses and big Hugs,

I share my Heart,

You share your Soul,

All this Equals

To the truth

"I like you!"

I used the poem and called it It's Simple.

When the Creative writing teacher saw my poem, she asked to see me after class.

I replied with an okay.

"I'm normally not like this." Becky mumbled.

I turned towards Becky.

"I'm sorry. Were you talking to me?" I asked her.

"You heard me?" Becky exclaimed.

"Well. Yeah you talked to me." I replied.

"Who are you?" Becky stated.

"I'm October James." I answered.

"This isn't possible!" Becky whispers.

"I know that you are trying to-" I started.

"Great a new kid and still running a school? Having down syndrome sucks." Becky states.

Wait! When the kid said, we were being watched by kids that are mentally retarded they meant Becky. Becky has down syndrome and she's the leader of the school.

"I really don't think that down syndrome can put anything in your life." I said with a smile.

"Thanks kid." Becky replies.

"The Holidays' kids may be excused for the period." Creative Writing Teacher says.

Becky gets up out of her seat.

"When will I see you again?" I asked Becky.

"I'm all over kid. You'll know when it comes. See you later." Becky replied.

The special education kids left the classroom.

"Wow! That was the best few seconds of my life." I thought.

New page entry: Positives and Negatives about being in love with Becky

The bell rang.

The students leave the classroom while I sat in my seat.

The Creative Writing teacher walks over to my table and pulls up a chair.

"I can see you're a creative writer." The Creative Writing Teacher says to me.

"I like to write during my spare time." I answered.

"I know why you wrote the poem." The Creative Writing Teacher says.

"You do?" I asked.

"You're channeling your thoughts on paper rather than saying it. Your poem is a love poem for our leader. If it is, then your secret is safe here." Creative Writing Teacher replied.

"Why are you helping me?" I quickly questioned.

The Creative Writing teacher pulls out something out of her desk. She hands it to me.

"Read this on your spare time. This is one of their classmates from five years ago. Her name was Rose. Rose was like you before it happened." Creative Writing Teacher states.

"What happened?" I asked.

The Creative Writing teacher shook her head.

"I can't explain that. You have to make sure that no one else sees that journal, but you." Creative Writing Teacher states again.

The bell rings.

"I will tell your teacher you were with me." Creative Writing Teacher says.

I left the classroom quickly.