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Posted: February 2nd. 2009 2:58:00 PM
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A Fallen Angel's Wings: Verse 3
by Evesapple89
Age Group: Adult
Verse 3
A Melody of Sadness
Adrian hadn’t slept. Her and her mother had been fighting. Adrian’s mom brought up the “I-thought-you-were-responsible” card. Adrian stormed off from the front door, screaming as she left. “I wish you weren’t my mother!” She didn’t want to turn around to see her mother fading into the black of the night. She had been wandering the small forest behind her house all night. She was now sitting next to a small creek she had never seen, which probably meant she was in the middle of the freaking forest. The sun was beginning to come up. All of the fading green leaves glistened with its regular morning dew.
Adrian loved the woods. It was always comforting to her. Always silent, yet still listening. She could vent and ask questions to the trees, but they never answered, they always just stood in the majesty of their canopy. Once and a while she would see a chipmunk scurry to the nearest hole. She always took it as a yes to all of her questions.
“I should get home, ” she stated to the leaves. After all she did still have school.
Her mom had left for work when she got home. Jason was still asleep. After taking her shower and such, she headed to the bus and found Dae.
“Hey.” An obvious deep concern shown on his face, he never could hide anything.
“Hey, Adrian said in response.
“You ok?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Well, your mom called my mom last night. She was really scared.”
Adrian shrugged it off. She really didn’t feel like explaining things today. Lack-of-sleep wasn’t helping either. The remaining bus ride was silent, between Adrian and Dae anyway.
The Blob greeted Adrian with his ever so thick sarcasm and Adrian retreated to her desk. The Blob was then blabbering on about the French and Indian War. Adrian didn’t really pay attention. Then the class’ attention, turned and The Blob stopped talking, Meleas- no, Nicholas had walked through the door. Would she ever shake the familiarity of him?
He sat down next to her once again. Blasting music came from a pair of headphones shoved into his ears. He turned and smiled. Adrian did the same. Suddenly she didn’t feel so depressed. She didn’t feel so angry. Some how she just knew everything was going to be ok. He then takes one of the headphones out, the melody lingered through the room. The Blob didn’t seem to notice. She took it and put it in her ear. It was a soft song, the tune was almost sad.
Une femme s'assied dans sa fenêtre.
Pourquoi pleure-t-elle?
Elle est triste.
Pourquoi est-elle triste?
Elle a perdu un amant.
Qui est son amant?
Vous êtes.
Je suis?
Oui.
Pourquoi rit-elle?
Son amant est retourné.
Qui est son amant?
Je suis.
Vous êtes?
Oui.
Où la femme est?
Elle est morte.
Pourquoi est-elle morte?
Son amant l'a tuée.
Qui est son amant?
Dieu est.
Dieu est?
Oui, vous ne pouvez pas voir ses ailes?
Adrian was taken in by this sorrowful song and she gave the headphone back to Nicholas. “It’s so sad.”
“You could understand it?”
“No, but it was sad. What’s it about?”
Nicholas stared at her for a moment. A long silence she didn’t want to end. As if the walls of the school were melting away and it was just the two of them sitting together. As if waiting for the other to ask- Adrian’s thoughts were cut off, what the hell was going on!? Why was she acting all mushy around Nicholas!?
Then he spoke. “It’s about a woman whose lover left her. Then she turned to god and went to him.”
“You mean died?” This was a bit disappointing. She never was religious.
“If you want to be politically correct, yes, she died.” He was so matter of fact about it; it sent a slight shiver down Adrian’s spine.
“Unfortunately the singer doesn’t know much French so she killed the grammar and pronunciation.” Geez, bipolar much?
“Yeah-“
“Miss Christianson, if you have something to say about how the Native Americans felt about the French and the British, please, say so.” Busted. Typical Blob, saying something at the worst possible time.
“No, sir.” Adrian responded. A few of the students looked back, probably thinking, “Since when doesn’t she argue?!”
The truth was, Adrian didn’t feel like getting into anything with anyone today, even The Blob.
Author's Location: Sheboygan, Wisconsin
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