Luke's POV
the first day of uni. Oh god.
I step into my first class of the day: English Lit. The room is smaller than I imagined, with rows of semi comfortable looking chairs surrounding a large whiteboard and the teacher's desk.
I make my way to the center row, not too far from the back of the classroom. I take my seat and set a pencil and notebook in front me. More people file in and sit down, making small talk with one another. A girl wearing a weird cardigan and too much makeup sits down next to me and smiles awkwardly.
At exactly 10:30, the professor walks in and the class hushes quickly. "Hello class. I am professor Tracy Reid and I will be teaching English Literature this semester. This course will be broken down into two segments; poetry and short stories. You will all be required to turn in two major assignments; a collaborative poem and a personal short story."
The girl with the cardigan raises her hand and asks, "Hi, professor Reid. I'm Caroline Walters. Will we be able to choose who we work with?"
"No Miss Walters. I will be assigning the partners based on a poem each of you will submit by the end of the week. Be sure to be honest with your content. The point of this type of pairing is to match you with a partner who can help you grow and mature as a writer. Please take it seriously."
Shitshitshit. Honest writing for other people? No thanks.
"Now, class, open up your notebooks and start taking notes."
I'm so fucked.
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Between the Lines
FanfictionThrough poetry and experimentation, Michael and Luke find themselves; and each other.
