Howl at me by Cama Seeney (100 best novels of all time .txt) 📖

good, I'm surprised. Using every other line to rhyme is a nice technique, and then making the last paragraph in the patten with hokum, is a really good way to relate the paragraphs and shows unique style. But you should mind using words like me or I it comes across standoffish; as if you do not have the capability or capacity to feel yourself allowing me to ask 'are you human?' Yet you ask if the other person will break down, other than that I do think it's really good that you ask the rhetorical questions in the first paragraph, almost hinting you can actually feel.' 

 

I know it was low and I felt ashamed as I walked up to him and just dropped the page on his desk before walking away. His face full of surprise made me want to laugh aloud but I decided it was probably better I didn't.  Miss Price looked at me with eyebrows raised when I returned to my seat 'Hunter helped me by analysing my poem when I did my own in tutor, his assistance was unneeded but sweet all the same I just wanted to return his kind favour.' I told her sweetly. I heard a few students chuckle, snort or giggle and I barely managed to not blush or giggle myself. I returned to my seat and waited for the person marking mine to give it back to me. Written in neat handwriting was this; 

 

 "A tear, full of pain or laughter. Can it tell a story? Must you bother," Strange transition... it sounds more of a book story cause poems don't normally have transitions like that, it sounds almost as if the person is broken and should just stay that way... nice attempt though new girl. 

 

 

I sighed would no one ever taken me seriously! So what if it wasn't what you would normally write! Agh and I am not broken. Well maybe I was but it was just mean to insinuate this. Well I guess it was Karma considering what I had written to hunter. Silently I apologised but maybe he'd leave me alone if he thought I didn't like him, detested him even. But he was one of the few guys in my life who held me to keep me from danger from himself or others. ugh I'd known him not even half a day...

 

The rest of the lesson was spent looking at poems in the book I was given a copy of, she would read one out and ask random students for explanations.

 

Every time she asked me I kept silent not wanting to call any more attention to myself. Or quietly agreeing with other students, when she told me to give a description of one she just read out and I just shrugged she shot me a glare. 'Max I have given you time and time again to answer these questions. From your previous school report you were said to be a promising student. If you keep refusing to apply yourself I will have to drop you to foundation!' she warned, I wanted to be withdrawn but she knew she had me. Years and years I have been working my ass of for the grades I have received, I had always been one step behind the rest of the class. Finally I was ahead and I couldn't fall behind again.

 

 

I sighed loudly. 'The woman who wrote this poem, she was apologising. She had done something to pain a child. It almost sounds like she cheated on a husband but I believe the child was cheated of life. She believes that something the child had to live through was her fault. Maybe the mother drank during pregnancy or something. I hear that's a... um slightly common thing these days.' The class was in up-raw with this suggestion saying I was 'wrong' and 'sick' for thinking this. 'What mother would drink and potentially kill a child?' Miss price looked at me with a slightly confused look on her face. Slowly she went back to her desk wrote something in to her computer. I sighed and packed away my things ready to leave and go to the principles office. As I stood she shot me another confused look. 'Have you read this before? Or perhaps studied the author?' She asked me.

 

'Uh no, I was lead to believe the author was unknown..' I said slightly startled by her question. 'Listen here you judgemental lot, Max please take a seat your not going anywhere' She told me smiling slightly. She took in a deep breath and began to read 'The book in-front of you made from many famous artists but to insure that none of you cheated on homework and tests we took away there names. I searched in the name of this writer and it was said the anther's daughter Selena was killed in a drunk car crash. The woman was the drinker, she hadn't had enough in her system to make her unstable or unable to drive but she blamed herself. This book was found in the mental hospital she died in, many of her poems came from her book. Many dismissed her as a crazy, mentally unstable woman but after her death her poems leaked onto the internet.'  I looked back down at my desk, everyone was silent for the next few minuets. When the bell went of I ran from the class wanting to just fill my empty belly. 

 

 

 

 

Can't I eat anything around here !!?

Chapter 10 

 

 I practically skip in a kind of run towards the lunch hall, I had missed breakfast and my belly was starting to complain loudly. The cafeteria was HUGE, kids from the ages of 11 to 19 ( that's with sixth-form of course) The  room was spacey with classy ( yeah that's for real!) white tables and comfortable blue plastic chairs. Across the top of the hall was an long breakfast bar, not tables pushed together but a breakfast bar !!! I stood a gape until I was knocked forward. I grabbed a tray and looked across the board; sandwich ( which has wheat in every case and meat in some) pizza is the same problem, Ravioli has wheat so that's a no and sausages and mash. Granted I could eat the mash but on its own - ew.

 

'Umm. I'm really sorry to ask but do you have anything vegetarian and gluten free?' I asked the plump looking lunch assistant. 'Yeah sure you are sweet. New crazy diet' She asked but kinda stated at the same time. 'Nope' I said with a grin. She pointed at the salad bar and I went over sighing, don't get me wrong I love me a bit of salad but I really couldn't see myself living off of a little bit of lettuce . I sighed and half loaded up my plate and sat by a tall  boy with big ( kinda stylish, well I liked them but I wasn't one for style) black framed glasses. 'Shouldn't you be sat on that table with a diet like that?' He had a snobbish yet kind voice, as if he was doubting him self not me. 'Ugh not you too! I mean look at me, I'm hardly stylish. Gluten free not by choose and vegetarian.' He snorted which in my books made him cute ( not in an attractive overly appealing hot off the market sort of way way but still it was nice and cute ) He ( from what I could see) had skinny black jeans on and a white tank top with some band I didn't know. His nose was  little but suited him. He had kind brown eyes that made me think of fudge. His brown hair was covered in some kind of jell or wax to keep it styled and in place.  'You passed' He told me grinning with pearly white teeth.

 

'Huh?' I asked dumbfounded. 'My test. We can now be friends' He told me smirking. To be truthful he was a little irksome but he seemed okay. I nodded once not looking at him, I kinda didn't do friends but I needed someone right. And to be honest I really didn't want to leave his side, he was actually nice. 'You hold your self in very high opinion' I told him returning a smirk of my very own. 'Well if I don't Max no one will' He grinned a little when I was shocked that he knew my name, yet again everyone seemed to. 'I'm Leon, yeah geeky name but my parents were kinda geeky and I love it.' His grin stretched far beyond the regions of what it should. I grinned back, I couldn't help it, his grin was entirely contagious. 'Is everyone self ritchious here or is it just you, chase, Hunter and Mark?' I asked, honestly I was curious. 'Nope, comes with the territory I'm afraid. Soon you'll be just like us' His voice had dropped on the last part, making it all the more creepier he Chuckled this evil laugh that seemed to echo across the room.

 

 But somehow his laugh warmed me instead of scared me, I grinned back and stuck my tong. 'Na I'm totally pompous. Looking in the mirror all the time.' I flicked my hair in the girl way I'd seen some other girl do but ruined it with a blush as I saw Hunter looking right at me, from across the room. Guess he really could see me in a room full of people. I just rolled my eyes and looked at the guy sitting in-front of me. 'Anyway Miss popular, I am Leon just plain old Leon and you couldn't be pompous if you tried!' he told me sweetly. 'Ha you must be gay or something I swear' I told him grinning, his blush was evident and I felt bad for embarrassing him.

 

'Oh I'm so sorry I didn't mean you looked or acted gay I just meant that you know about style - which doesn't include which pleated shirt goes with which freaking dress up shoe. I didn't mean embrace you' I told him concern leaking into my very features, he truly was nice and I didn't want to loose him as a friend already. 'No, you just startled me.' he lowered his voice considerably, 'No ones ever guessed before. My fathers the town priest, I don't think anyone would even guess.' He told me his eyes darting all across the room. 'You know its perfectly fine, Gay and lesbian marriage is not mentioned in the bible once. You know what is, Divorce - now that my friend is really looked down upon.' He looked at me with such the brightest grin on his face I couldn't help but grin back.

 

'Do you know why you shouldn't call an homosexual a faggot?' he asked me, I shook my head intrigued 'Well, back in the 1900's, when they had castles and horses they also burned people at the stake. Do you know what the sticks at the bottom that are used to light the fire and bundled there at the bottom?' When I shook my head he carried on, a sad look on his little cute face 'Well there called faggots. When they would burn a terrorist, a murderer or even an