Silence by Kate (poetry books to read .TXT) 📖

the door. Not wanting to go to second lesson, I go to the art room instead. Mr. Mezzo, the art teacher, doesn’t mind me going there as long as I clean up. Slowly and quietly I slip through the door and tip toe into the room, to my canvas. I take out the paint colors and brushes then began to stroke the canvas. With each stroke my smile brightens up a little, this is because painting is my way of saying words no one will listen to, but surely they’ll see it. I heard the bell ring to signal students to get to class, but I just sat there lightly brushing the paint into a picture. I guess its true the saying a picture can say a thousand words. Not caring about what I’m painting I let my mind do the work. After ten times of absently stroking lines and figures, I look at my painting. It shocked me, what I painted. It was a girl like me, long curly black hair, a small figure, and a beautiful facial structure, but there was one thing absolutely different about us she had wings pure white ones. They outstretch wide and tall, and they look easily like a pure angel from heaven. In the painting, the girl looked depressed, and heart broken, as I am. Could this be a picture of me?

“Oh my, Violet this is one of your best paintings yet,” Mr. Mezzo exclaims from behind me making me jump almost spilling the water with brushes soaking. I smile knowing that someone has listened to my painting, to me. I turn around in my chair and see him again. The smile that I just found slowly disappeared. The dude was looking at my painting with an expression I couldn’t fully understand. I reached into my book bag and took out a note that said thank you and gave it to Mr. Mezzo, I swear he has at least a hundred of them.
chapter two

Quickly I get up and leave dumping into him on accident. I look at the ground mentally slapping myself, and then I continued out the door. I heard footsteps behind me, and to my surprise it was that dude. I stopped and turn to face him.

“Je suis desole,” I mumble in French, meaning I’m sorry. Of course he gives me a blank expression not understanding. I would repeat myself but I couldn’t talk again it got stuck in my throat as I saw people coming into the hall. From then on that day it was boring and I didn’t see him. The final bell rings signaling us to go home. I slip trough the crowd to my locker and pull out my skateboard. Today surprised me, I talked, but that’s not what surprised me. It’s what made me talk, the dude. He seems for familiar, but dangerous. Quickly I escape the crowd out of the school.

I need a break, I thought to myself. On the steps of the school I sit down closing my eyes. I sit there for 2 minutes trying to clear my mind and go back to my normal self with my eyes close. To my surprise when I open my eyes a large wolf was in front of me with hungry eyes and all I can think is I’m going to die. When the wolf steps closer I lean back and away from it. A frown appears on my face again when I notice how unreal this is today is just going to be eventful isn’t it. Slowly and carefully I pull myself up a step away care. With my eyes wide open and my ears listening to anything I hear the door behind me slam and the wolf just stands there. Not daring to take my eyes off the wolf I wonder who came out, but I stop wondering when in a flash the new guy was tackling the wolf. My eyes open wider and I continue to stay on the step not moving. Watching them make ingenious attacks they were equally hurting each other which for no clue why made my heart crack at the thought. In the end the wolf was limping away and the new guy rushing to my side. He took my hand and my heart immediately perked up. Why am I feeling this way, I wonder to myself.

“That’s because were meant for each other, basically made for each other and no other.” My eyes quickly catch his, but all I saw was happiness all of the danger faded. But why I ask myself slowly wonder, why us? Wait, he can hear what I thought.I'm going insane, first the picture now this.

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Publication Date: 11-15-2011

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Dedication:
to mackenzie my bestfriend for making me stay up late writing this :)