complete. The members had
three other workrooms they could utilize, so it would likely only mess with the
workshop schedules, which could easily be transferred to other classrooms
temporarily.
Sitting down, I began gluing more
amethyst eyes to each frog, using the appropriate sizes for each and holding
them up to the sunlight to test their shine.
I heard Jay talking with what must
have been a new member because I would have remembered that voice anywhere if I
had heard it before. Songs of angels paled in comparison to her mesmerizing
voice. I was half tempted to peek out and see who this woman was, but thoughts
of amethyst eyes made me shake the thought from my head and stay put.
I needed to stay focused anyway.
Reminding myself it was just a random person, I decided to keep at my task and
ignore the conversations going on in the main room.
As the moments passed and a few
more eyes were glued in place, I cursed myself for not being able to read the
minds of those in the building. For the first time in a long time, I wanted to
go meet the girl whose voice piqued my interest. I usually always let the girls
come to me, and even if they did, I wouldn’t give them the time of day. This
time, I felt like a magnet was pulling me to the other room, but my
stubbornness kept my feet planted in front of my project and my mind set on
amethyst eyes.
“Jonah?” Jay called several
minutes later as he lightly knocked on the open door of the workroom I was
occupying.
“What’s up, Jay?” If I could read
his thoughts, I wouldn’t have to listen to him stammer.
“I, ahh… I thought you might want
to come meet one of the new members,” he said with somewhat of a shocked
expression.
The look on my face probably said
it all. I was completely baffled as to why he would want to bother me over
meeting a new member. Yes, I did notice her—at least I hoped it was the
voice of an angel he was referring to. But, regardless of her voice, I wasn’t
interested.
“Let me rephrase,” he continued
with his hands up in defense. “You NEED to come take a peek at this chick.”
Well, damn. If Jay thought it was
important for me to meet this girl, and my body seemed completely attuned to
her lovely voice, then she must be a total knockout or something. He definitely
wasn’t the type to go ga-ga over any random chick.
“Whatever you say, Jay!” I joked
with a sarcastic salute from my forehead. He scowled at me as I attempted to
sidestep his rage in the doorway. He hated it when people made his name rhyme
like that.
Jay began to speak in a more
hushed tone. “You don’t have to meet her if you don’t want to. I just thought
you would want to see her, even if from a distance.”
“What is so important about this
ch…?” The lump in my throat swallowed my words as my stomach turned into a
pretzel.
Turning my head in the direction
of the main studio space, I saw her. She was here.
The light from the window bathed
her skin and golden curls as if its rays craved to touch her as much as I did.
Sitting down at one of the
workbenches was the girl of my dreams, literally. She was here with someone and
I craved to be the person who occupied her attention so fully. She was real and
she was here, at Lavendine, in the flesh.
I was stunned utterly helpless as
I stood in the hallway and spied on her like a stalker. She wouldn’t know me
from Adam. I’ve dreamed of this girl for over six years, yet she doesn’t even
know I exist.
What should I do? What will I say?
Jay lightly clapped me on the
shoulder and said, “I knew you needed to see for yourself.”
The End of Part Two
“Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the
hearts of men.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goeth
Chapter One
Some people view mind-reading as
the evolutionary providence of humankind. Of course, "some people" are usually not telepathic, yet they
still seem to think they understand everything about the paranormal phenomenon
that is a part of
three other workrooms they could utilize, so it would likely only mess with the
workshop schedules, which could easily be transferred to other classrooms
temporarily.
Sitting down, I began gluing more
amethyst eyes to each frog, using the appropriate sizes for each and holding
them up to the sunlight to test their shine.
I heard Jay talking with what must
have been a new member because I would have remembered that voice anywhere if I
had heard it before. Songs of angels paled in comparison to her mesmerizing
voice. I was half tempted to peek out and see who this woman was, but thoughts
of amethyst eyes made me shake the thought from my head and stay put.
I needed to stay focused anyway.
Reminding myself it was just a random person, I decided to keep at my task and
ignore the conversations going on in the main room.
As the moments passed and a few
more eyes were glued in place, I cursed myself for not being able to read the
minds of those in the building. For the first time in a long time, I wanted to
go meet the girl whose voice piqued my interest. I usually always let the girls
come to me, and even if they did, I wouldn’t give them the time of day. This
time, I felt like a magnet was pulling me to the other room, but my
stubbornness kept my feet planted in front of my project and my mind set on
amethyst eyes.
“Jonah?” Jay called several
minutes later as he lightly knocked on the open door of the workroom I was
occupying.
“What’s up, Jay?” If I could read
his thoughts, I wouldn’t have to listen to him stammer.
“I, ahh… I thought you might want
to come meet one of the new members,” he said with somewhat of a shocked
expression.
The look on my face probably said
it all. I was completely baffled as to why he would want to bother me over
meeting a new member. Yes, I did notice her—at least I hoped it was the
voice of an angel he was referring to. But, regardless of her voice, I wasn’t
interested.
“Let me rephrase,” he continued
with his hands up in defense. “You NEED to come take a peek at this chick.”
Well, damn. If Jay thought it was
important for me to meet this girl, and my body seemed completely attuned to
her lovely voice, then she must be a total knockout or something. He definitely
wasn’t the type to go ga-ga over any random chick.
“Whatever you say, Jay!” I joked
with a sarcastic salute from my forehead. He scowled at me as I attempted to
sidestep his rage in the doorway. He hated it when people made his name rhyme
like that.
Jay began to speak in a more
hushed tone. “You don’t have to meet her if you don’t want to. I just thought
you would want to see her, even if from a distance.”
“What is so important about this
ch…?” The lump in my throat swallowed my words as my stomach turned into a
pretzel.
Turning my head in the direction
of the main studio space, I saw her. She was here.
The light from the window bathed
her skin and golden curls as if its rays craved to touch her as much as I did.
Sitting down at one of the
workbenches was the girl of my dreams, literally. She was here with someone and
I craved to be the person who occupied her attention so fully. She was real and
she was here, at Lavendine, in the flesh.
I was stunned utterly helpless as
I stood in the hallway and spied on her like a stalker. She wouldn’t know me
from Adam. I’ve dreamed of this girl for over six years, yet she doesn’t even
know I exist.
What should I do? What will I say?
Jay lightly clapped me on the
shoulder and said, “I knew you needed to see for yourself.”
The End of Part Two
“Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the
hearts of men.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goeth
Chapter One
Some people view mind-reading as
the evolutionary providence of humankind. Of course, "some people" are usually not telepathic, yet they
still seem to think they understand everything about the paranormal phenomenon
that is a part of
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