falconflyer
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I stared up at the Eiffel Tower, squinting my eyes to block out the sun.
I was in France due to a school trip. Jacob (my best friend) and I were chosen by the school board to go on a big trip for all of the fine arts classes. Jacob was drawing the pictures for art, and I was writing the scripts, essays, and stories for theater and English. Our high school, which is a private school back in Houston, is mostly a fine arts school. They had paid for the whole thing. They did this every four years and only ever sent seniors. They couldn’t let kids younger than 18 go without chaperones.
We had already been to Australia, Japan, Italy, and Greece. Paris, France was our last stop. Then we had to go back to Texas. So, I was taking in as much as possible. “How’s it comin’? I asked Jacob feeling bad to interrupt but I just had to see art.
He turned the canvas to me and I gasped. He made a face and said, “blech!”
I grinned and rolled my eyes. “Lies!” I said. His painting was a perfect replica of the Eiffel tower. The colors were the only thing different and somehow he’d made that look better than the real thing. I starred in awe for a few moments until reality that I had to finish my work broke through.
I sat with my right hand on my chin and my left on my thigh. I was just finishing up with my last piece for France when I felt someone staring at me. I looked over at Jacob but he was still in deep concentration.
As I looked around the feeling went away, so I went back to work.
Right as I closed my notebook and sighed with relief that I was done, I felt someone pull the pony-tail out of my hair. Then all of the sudden my oddly colored hair was filling my vision. While the wind was wildly blowing my long hair around I heard someone laugh. I couldn’t be sure whether it was a male or female voice so I just gave up on it. I put the bag that was on my lap on the floor then stood up to see who had done it. Nobody was there. I searched for my hair band but it was nowhere to be found. I grunted angrily and plopped down on my seat again grabbing my bag to put it back on my lap. I stared up at Jacob who was now bent over packing up. His shinny brown hair flipped in the wind and his tan skin looked even tanner since he’d been in the sun.
I stood up when he straightened his back and my bag fell from my legs and all of my pictures fell out. I gasped and dove to the ground. I was rapidly throwing them back into my back so they wouldn’t blow away. Jacob saw me and ran to my side. He started picking them up and I stopped just to look at him.
Jacob had the most beautiful blue-green eyes that were now watching me stare at him. “You okay? Did you lose any?” He said with wondering eyes. “Wait, wait, wait. Wasn’t your hair up?” He asked.
I sighed, “Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t think any blew away but if they did its no sweat.” But in reality I was trying not to cry in front of him. Those were going to be my inspiration. “Oh, yeah it was up. But I think maybe a little kid pulled it out” I said looking at him with eyes that said, “And now I’m really sad.” I hated my hair down.
He threw his hands up in the air with his eyes wide, “I didn’t do anything.” He said innocently.
I shook with laughter. “I didn’t mean you, moron. Anyways I just don’t want it down because it looks bad.” I said with an explaining tone in my voice.
His smile faded to a look of disappointment. “Don’t say that. Your hair is always beautiful.” Ahw he liked me and we were in the city of love but no, I wish it was like that but he’s only saying that to be a good best friend. If only I could get him to be my boyfriend. I was so in love with him it was crazy.
“Why do you always say that? Nobody can ever even tell what color it is! Urg, never mind don’t answer that.” I said even though I knew it was too late. He already had an answer in mind, and I could never change it. Even when I tried to it never worked. That hard-headed fool…I just adored him.
“That’s why I love it. When you want red it’s red. When you want brown it’s brown. It’s any color you want.” He said getting all mushy on me.
I smiled and rolled my eyes, “Whatever.” I looked down at my watch and cursed. “If we don’t leave now we’re not going to get to go look around before we catch our plane back home.”
He sighed with defeat and I smiled at little but didn’t let him see. He always let me win in an argument. I knew he could do better than that but yet he didn’t.
So we finished packing up and started walking. I was snapping photos like crazy. I already had so many but I just had to have a picture of ever stone in that city. We were pointing and saying, “Oh my, gosh, did you see that?” or “Wow, look at that” and even “This is so amazing. I wish I lived here”
“Jacob, I don’t want to leave yet.” I said with sad eyes and little tears. He looked down at me surprised by the tone in my voice. He stopped and grabbed my hand.
“You really don’t?” he asked.
I was in France due to a school trip. Jacob (my best friend) and I were chosen by the school board to go on a big trip for all of the fine arts classes. Jacob was drawing the pictures for art, and I was writing the scripts, essays, and stories for theater and English. Our high school, which is a private school back in Houston, is mostly a fine arts school. They had paid for the whole thing. They did this every four years and only ever sent seniors. They couldn’t let kids younger than 18 go without chaperones.
We had already been to Australia, Japan, Italy, and Greece. Paris, France was our last stop. Then we had to go back to Texas. So, I was taking in as much as possible. “How’s it comin’? I asked Jacob feeling bad to interrupt but I just had to see art.
He turned the canvas to me and I gasped. He made a face and said, “blech!”
I grinned and rolled my eyes. “Lies!” I said. His painting was a perfect replica of the Eiffel tower. The colors were the only thing different and somehow he’d made that look better than the real thing. I starred in awe for a few moments until reality that I had to finish my work broke through.
I sat with my right hand on my chin and my left on my thigh. I was just finishing up with my last piece for France when I felt someone staring at me. I looked over at Jacob but he was still in deep concentration.
As I looked around the feeling went away, so I went back to work.
Right as I closed my notebook and sighed with relief that I was done, I felt someone pull the pony-tail out of my hair. Then all of the sudden my oddly colored hair was filling my vision. While the wind was wildly blowing my long hair around I heard someone laugh. I couldn’t be sure whether it was a male or female voice so I just gave up on it. I put the bag that was on my lap on the floor then stood up to see who had done it. Nobody was there. I searched for my hair band but it was nowhere to be found. I grunted angrily and plopped down on my seat again grabbing my bag to put it back on my lap. I stared up at Jacob who was now bent over packing up. His shinny brown hair flipped in the wind and his tan skin looked even tanner since he’d been in the sun.
I stood up when he straightened his back and my bag fell from my legs and all of my pictures fell out. I gasped and dove to the ground. I was rapidly throwing them back into my back so they wouldn’t blow away. Jacob saw me and ran to my side. He started picking them up and I stopped just to look at him.
Jacob had the most beautiful blue-green eyes that were now watching me stare at him. “You okay? Did you lose any?” He said with wondering eyes. “Wait, wait, wait. Wasn’t your hair up?” He asked.
I sighed, “Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t think any blew away but if they did its no sweat.” But in reality I was trying not to cry in front of him. Those were going to be my inspiration. “Oh, yeah it was up. But I think maybe a little kid pulled it out” I said looking at him with eyes that said, “And now I’m really sad.” I hated my hair down.
He threw his hands up in the air with his eyes wide, “I didn’t do anything.” He said innocently.
I shook with laughter. “I didn’t mean you, moron. Anyways I just don’t want it down because it looks bad.” I said with an explaining tone in my voice.
His smile faded to a look of disappointment. “Don’t say that. Your hair is always beautiful.” Ahw he liked me and we were in the city of love but no, I wish it was like that but he’s only saying that to be a good best friend. If only I could get him to be my boyfriend. I was so in love with him it was crazy.
“Why do you always say that? Nobody can ever even tell what color it is! Urg, never mind don’t answer that.” I said even though I knew it was too late. He already had an answer in mind, and I could never change it. Even when I tried to it never worked. That hard-headed fool…I just adored him.
“That’s why I love it. When you want red it’s red. When you want brown it’s brown. It’s any color you want.” He said getting all mushy on me.
I smiled and rolled my eyes, “Whatever.” I looked down at my watch and cursed. “If we don’t leave now we’re not going to get to go look around before we catch our plane back home.”
He sighed with defeat and I smiled at little but didn’t let him see. He always let me win in an argument. I knew he could do better than that but yet he didn’t.
So we finished packing up and started walking. I was snapping photos like crazy. I already had so many but I just had to have a picture of ever stone in that city. We were pointing and saying, “Oh my, gosh, did you see that?” or “Wow, look at that” and even “This is so amazing. I wish I lived here”
“Jacob, I don’t want to leave yet.” I said with sad eyes and little tears. He looked down at me surprised by the tone in my voice. He stopped and grabbed my hand.
“You really don’t?” he asked.