The Love of Writing

Faye walked to her writing class. Today she had her hair in a french braid, and wore a blue shirt, with jeans, and a pair of flats. She wasn't in the mood to get ready this morning. She completely lacked motivation.

Her past day with Orion, was indeed a day filled with hilarious memories. She thought of the girl again. What was her name? Rose, right. She mentioned she saw her in class once, or something. But to be honest Faye was in her own world most of the time, tuning almost everything out. Today she was making more careful observations.

Faye walked throught the door of her Writing class, and went to her seat on the side of the classroom. She hated being in the center. So she tried her best to avoid it.

She sat down, and pulled out her writing notebook she was working on some poetry, she was great at it yet, but she was trying to expand herself in her writing, it didn't come as naturally as drawing or painting did.

It was moments before the bell would ring, and only ten of the fifteen students had showed up, it was a tiny class, because it wasn't a mandatory one. That's when Faye noticed someone walk through the door.

It was the girl from yesterday! Hopefully she hadn't been quick to judge Faye, but then moments later, she came over and said hey. She even remembered Faye's name!

The girl however had changed looked so it seems, yesterday her hair was a long red, and today it was a short orange. Either way she thought the look looked great on her. It's something Faye would never be able to pull off.

"Hey there Rose," Faye said as her face turned pink. "I can't believe I haven't noticed you in this class before. I feel terrible."

"oh and about yesterday, that was a day completely filled with unexpected events."

Faye watched as Rose slid a chair up to her desk and pulled out a notebook. Faye decided she would doodle on hers, nothing was coming to mind today.

Rose mentioned that she had almost forgot about yesterdays events, and she quickly began to write a story. Little did Faye know it was about the events of yesterday, until Rose slid her notebook over wanting Faye to read it.

Faye laughed at the story. As embarrassed as she had been yesterday, looking back and laughing was really the best thing to do. Faye was really impressed with the story though, it was filled with detail.

"So you're great at this writing thing, all I have are some cheesy poems." she laughed and slid a sheet of her poetry to Rose.

Faye loved the offer Rose had made. She could help her with art and she could help her with drawing.

"That would be a great idea," Faye said aloud. "I don't have a roomate, so you could come to my dorm some time if you like. or if you have another place in mind we could go there?"

She watched again as Rose pulled out a notebook and began scribbling in it.

"Okay, after class then."

Faye watched as Rose went back to her desk, and Faye got out her notebook again. It was going to be a long class today, all of Faye's ideas were history. She couldn't stop thinking of what she could teach rose when it comes to art. I guess that's something they would discuss after. She tried to listen as the teacher talked, but ended up doodling in her notebook.