Heyy I'm Madeline and part of this is based on a true story. The fantasy of it is definitely not true, but it was fun writing it!
I hope you enjoy it and please C&C/vote!!
I appreciate your help!

--Maddie ;D
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Look Into My Eyes


I've been writing about this boy for two years now; have seen his face lucidly through visions and dreams of fictional events. I've drawn his face in my mind, stitching together each perfect feature: characteristics that were passed down from years and years of genetic designs and structures. Loose, silky waves of dark chocolate frame his heart-shaped face-ears hidden and eyes prominent. Though I fail to distinguish black from brown, my thoughts are not troubled. They remind me of miniature black holes, stealing away my attention and adding to the mystery.

Thick lashes, pale skin, he glances at me for the first time. I get a good look at his eyes, smile, and glance back up to the teacher. Mr. K flicks off the lights and begins his power point regarding early aviation history. I return to his smiling face as the class laughs at arrogance misnamed to be humor.

At first his name was Christopher, as he reminded me greatly of the character I've created. After seeing farther past his socially-influenced shield I learn that he is not Christopher, but his twin brother William. Being more outgoing and reckless, his identity is chosen. He finishes scribbling with blue marker onto a thick white sheet. Placing it on his desk, he announces to the class his known title.

Now his name is Ely Andreas.

The classes are long, but never are they boring. I discover that Aviation is the only class we share. When lunch arrives and I take my seat where the underclassman should not, I scan the room. Not even here does he dare to show his face. I imagine the possibilities of his location while pretending to pay attention to my sister and her friends' conversation. They've sat here for three years now. As for me, this world of judgment and social ranking is new.

The next day he's only just another face, oddly a face I know so well.

Mr. K assigns us our first lab. He separates two tables, and upon them he places ten items: climbing rope, a gold sorting pan, six little pig figurines, a yellow Nerf ball, and a white mailing tube. Our assignment, without talking or asking questions, was to write a set of instructions to get the ball from table A to table B. There were two conditions. First, when touching the ball you must place the topmost part of your forearm that's holding the ball against the table. Second, you may not touch any space between the two red lines on the mailing tube marked at each end.

Once he told us the conditions, the game was put in play.

I moved to the other end of the table so I could see, and Ely was there just beginning to scrutinize the objects. As I began studying the scene he moved around me to look at the items more closely. I smiled when he kneeled down before the table, eyes narrowed and gears turning, while admiring how some boys could be so casual yet courteous of others at the same time. He finished his glaring and returned to his seat. When he picked up his pen he never stopped scribbling in his awful handwriting until he was the first person to complete the assignment.

I can't say he's a genius as much as I can't say he's the brightest of his kind. Boys only have three categories after all. Unfortunately, they all revolve around receiving the love of a girl.

Everybody's idea was the same. We all used the supposedly empty mailing tube to somehow roll the ball through the tube from one table to the next. Nobody ever thought about flicking the ball to the next table or even pushing the two tables together and placing the ball on platform B. This proves that most minds think similarly. We're a creative bunch, but not a logical one. And when it came to riddle solving at the end of the hour all we could do was guess until the teacher gave us the correct answer.

I felt stupid, but at least I was able to learn more about the familiar face seated across from me.

That Thursday during study hall Ely asked about a poster hung on the whitewashed wall behind me. His friend AJ sat next to the wall, so I saw them exchange smiles regularly. Ely asked what type of airship the poster displayed. He was confused on whether it was an airplane or a space shuttle. He didn't know if it was real, either. Unfortunately, Mr. K had to leave the room. He told Ely to think about it and left.