CHAPTER ONE
"VANNESSA, WILL YOU READ A LITTLE OF YOUR POEM to us?" Mr.Beckly asked firmly, beckoning me to the front of the class with one broad white hand. "You do have it prepared, do you?"
"Yes, of course I do," I said quickly, hurrying up to the whiteboard and clearing my throat. "Ahem," I began, whipping my paper out of my black and pink schoolbag. "My poem is called 'When the Morning Dawns Early,'" I said, watching the reactions of my classmates.
"What does that mean?" a black-haired girl with bright blue eyes and a pointed face burst out. "The morning doesn't dawn early, it just dawns."
"Its a title," I hissed through gritted teeth. "Its doesn't have to be logical."
The girl stuck out her tounge and made a rude hand gesture. Mr. Beckly stood up straight and stared coldly at her."Melissa, that is not allowed in our class. It will not be tolerated." he said icily. "Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Good.Vennassa, you may read," he informed me, his green eyes blazing with fury, facing me.
I sighed heavily and launched into my poem:
"When the morning dawns early everything is green
And everything happens that cannot be seen.
When the morning dawns early golden streaks the sky
And for what reason I do not know why.
When the morning dawns early creatures dwell
And the sun swells
When the morning dawns early the world begins to wake
And from that moment I shall know my fate."
I gazed expectedly at Mr.Beckly. He seemed impressed, his glasses high on the crook of his nose, and he swooped down to examine my paper. "May I see that?" he inquired, gesturing with a hand to my poem, his breathing fast and excited for some reason.
"Sure," I muttered, handing over my work, uncertain of what was coming next.
TO BE CONTINUED....
