Chapter IA Chapter by CalypsoChapter I January
Aria Catherine Rossi desired for a level of perfection she knew she would never
have. Looking into the hallow, smiling faces in the photos she felt a sickening
amount of envy and desire bubble into her chest. The face of her old best friend
reminded January of all the sad love poems they wrote in sophomore English
class. The girl’s face was covered in piercing and she expressed the anguish in
her soul with sappy and dramatic poetry. While that friend, Ella, was able to turn
the medley of words and rhythms onto beautiful works of art. January, though,
tried to write down just anything and felt like her poetry was nothing more
then mumbo jumbo. Now that best friend is going to New
York University for an English major. January just out crossed off creative
writing on the growing list of her failures. Yet not to be pessimistic January
knows in her heart of hearts that’s she’s blessed with a gift. Her body is able
to hold a pencil or a paintbrush and channel her soul though it. Her soul comes
onto paper with a mixture of shapes and colors. People call this amazing thing
art. January wasn’t surprised when she was
accepted into Apple Blossom Art University. Sure the school is humble but the
programs they offered made up for that. In truth January knew it would better
for her to go to an art school. She has always made good grades in her classes
but what she really wanted was to make art. When the sun came up on the week after
graduation January loaded up her car with a small picnic basket and a book bag
with art supplies. She drove out to the river an hour
away from her home in Durham, North Carolina. Out here the sounds of the city
died down into a small murmur. January was wearing nothing more then
her red bikini and a cotton sundress. Some how though she climbed up the tree
and nestled her self in the crook of a branch. The stream she wanted to capture was
slow moving and 10 feet deep. The water glistened as it moved her rocks and
around fallen tree branches. She placed the drawing pad onto her
lap. In her left hand was a 6H graphite pencil. Without much fuss January began to
draw the sweeping sides of the river. She would glance up time to time to see
how the river bend or moved over rocks. January knew that her portfolio was
already accepted by the university but she wanted to do better and better, she
wanted to become better and better. While watching the river she was drew
into in it. She wanted more then anything to jump into the waters and swim
forever. She was able to finish the drawing
before the call from the water became too much. With a flick of the wrist she placed
the drawing pad onto the ground. Then she peeled the sundress off. It was hot and she was beginning to
sweat under the dress. Freeing herself of the sticky dress made her feel
liberated. The sun bared harshly down onto her back, which left her with a warm
spot on her neck she knew would turn into a burn in a few hours. © 2012 CalypsoAuthor's Note
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Added on June 8, 2011Last Updated on April 24, 2012 AuthorCalypsoWVAboutI'm a full time college student, part time worker. I'm two years away from my bsw! In my free time I read, write and sim. Check out my tumblr blogs some time. http://emmy-1127.tumblr.com/ more..Writing
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