Chapter Six
Sometimes I wonder if fate was playing with me by always making me the centre of attraction everywhere I go. It's been a few weeks since we started coming to this ridiculous arts training. The tutor keeps talking about inner ambitions or thoughts that make me want to cry but Beauty seems to be enjoying herself and seeing her happy makes me twice as happy even if I am putting up with this lecture all day.
The tutor seem to realise most of the students are tired of her all talk and no show so she asked each of us to express what we feel in the best way we could this is to know more about who we are. I knew doing this will give me unnecessary attention but Beauty's nagging and constant harping left me no choice but to write how I felt on paper.
Beauty wrote a song about peace, I knew this is what she would do, she has always been a good singer and a great songwriter even though she thought I have a good voice too but I preferred staying behind the scenes than in front of them.
I knew there are many talents out there but today seeing the people here I felt I am in a world that belongs to me, these people are like me, they possess different potentials and could bring them out to life making me feel overwhelmed.
Writers like me wrote their thoughts but I couldn't pen down a thing on my book. Painters painters, singers and songwriters even dancers expressed themselves but I was still finding it difficult to express mine.
When everyone started showcasing their arts and heart a painting caught my eye. It was a child sitting on a one-piece plank on a river that is as black as night wavy and dangerous, the child had a troubled yet determined face on him, he stared at the sky that illuminates ray of light and stretched his hand in hope of touching it but he couldn't reach he stretched his hands knowing he may not reach it but trying won't hurt. So I wrote to his tune, to the pain he wore and the hope he has.
After an hour the tutor read
A dead soul
Thoughts and aim
Truth and lies
Love and hate
Life and death
All swirl in my head like a plague,
I am all in one, none in all
Young at heart old in mind
Loved and being loved
Hated and hates
Lives and dies
I am none of these and all of these
The dark is nigh
The pit is deep
The truth is lies
But you are real
You are none of these and all of these
Thought and aims
Love and hate
Life and death
Darkness and light
Are all I see deep down the hole
Yet you shine so brightly to be touched
But, the only thing left was the in-between and the light that was dead.
Who wrote this I heard her call out, I intentionally didn't put any initials because I thought the writeups wouldn't be read out now I have no choice but to let her know me.
I did, I said raising my hand. She looked at me for a few seconds. How old are you she asked? Thirteen, I want you to do something for me she said to me smiling reminding me of my creepy best friend Beauty. What do you want I said warily. Write me a journal about your growth with your initials on it, one piece per day.
I don't understand why she wanted me to do that but I accepted it anyway as I have begun to find this place interesting.