Continuation of You Tell Me The Story:
My heart was beating so fast I thought I might need a medic. The moment he raised the cover on my portfolio I could tell he knew who it was. He smiled in recognition; the corners of his mouth edging upward and that glint in his eye was a sure sign he knew exactly who my masked angel was. But did anybody else? I was almost afraid to look around the room to find out, but I had to know.
I looked at their faces, all of them staring at my work and formulating their critique and I didn’t see any hint in their eyes that they knew who my masked angel was. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I managed some measure of secrecy. Most importantly, the person who I was most worried about finding out didn’t know at all. Score one for my artistic skills I guess.
Well, with the fear and uncertainty of my masked angel being revealed out of the way. It was time for the critique of my work. I always hated this part of class. Why couldn’t I just have an art class without the critique session? Seriously, having the teacher give a letter grade along with his comments on a white sheet of paper attached to my portfolio was enough of a “grow through art” experience for me.
I sat back with an air of relief mixed with anticipation and I thought, ‘let the games begin.’ If I could survive this, then maybe I could muster up the courage I needed to face the knowing professor after class. There’s something about knowing my secret was no longer a secret that just mad me…uneasy…that’s the word I would use. Would Mac laugh in my face about my crush? Or would he give me a break and not mention it at all?
Which scene happens next?
- “Seize the Day,” says the professor…
- “The Masked Angel looks kind of familiar…”
You tell me which scene you’d like to see next.
Poll now closed. A tie!? Hmm…I’ll have to think about how to work both section in to this next story. Thanks for voting. I’ll have the next section up on Wednesday with a new poll.