Jae will eat your heart out (stealyourheart) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-04-02 08:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: heather thatcher, character: jae song, location: class - english |
Narrative: Dark is my day, while her fair light I miss
WHO: Jae Song (Open to Reaction from Heather Thatcher)
WHEN: April 1 [backdated]
WHERE: English classroom
It'd taken a look. A look to bring every single poem that talked about love and beauty and intelligence and every other virtue that Heather Thatcher possessed to Jae's mind. It wasn't really that long of a look but Jae knew in an instant that she was in love with Ms. Thatcher. That love songs and poetry were written for someone like her. She was brilliant and each word out of the English teacher's mouth sounded like a song that Jae could die listening to and feel like it was a death well worth it. She admired the color of her hair, the smiles on her face, and Jae was sure, or at least hoping very desperately, that the smiles coming from Ms. Thatcher were meant just for her. After classes released for the day, Jae couldn't stop herself. Someone like Heather needed to be complimented non-stop. She was the sort of woman that Keats and Shelley wrote about and why poetry existed at all. Jae's collection of poetry varied in subject, but she selected the ones she thought best fit her goddess of an English teacher. Age wasn't really an issue here as much as position. Jae didn't even stop to think that this passion she felt for Ms. Thatcher overwhelmed her hunger for human flesh. The thought of harming Heather would have crippled Jae into a mess of regret and revulsion of herself. She could never hard Ms. Thatcher. Never. The poems ranged from Edmund Spenser's "Like as the Culver on the barèd bough" to Robert Frost's "Never again would birds' song be the same." Of course Keats was there with "Bright Star" and then Elizabeth Barrett Browning's 43rd sonnet and of course Shakespeare's 116th sonnet as well. There were a few others in Korean as well. Jae went to Ms. Thatcher's classroom and wrote each of these on the chalkboards there. She left flowers she collected from the Ladon gardens in a number of small bouquets on her desk. All that was left was to make sure that Ms. Thatcher saw this all, so Jae convinced another student to tell Ms. Thatcher that someone vandalized her classroom. It sounded urgent enough and what a surprise it would be! Jae wasn't there to see her reaction though because she knew their positions as teacher and student prevented what she wished could be. Even if Jae desperately wanted it to be more. So she lay in her room on her bed, eyes closed with the heavenly vision of Ms. Thatcher consuming every waking thought. |