Crystal Clear Chapter 2

Heyo!

I couldn't find this because it was in the folder 'Empty Drafts (DONT CLICK)'?

OMG Meissa reminds me so much of me. I have the same opinions as her in a lot of things, especially about the taking advantage of social status and the gender thing. This happened a lot to my cousin and it really frustrated her. I don't agree with her about the fact that girls should read romance novels and boys should do manly things as I am a bit of a tomboy myself, however.

I love the way Meissa seems to have psychic abilities! Can't wait to read more about this.

Roan sounds like a proper cow. She obviously doesn't care that much about Meissa, as a proper friend wouldn't be so selfish and start making such a fuss.

She felt like an anime girl with hearts popping out of her eyes.

I'm back! I'm going to quote the whole thing this time as i had a few little comments.

Monday.

It’s a lazy day, where almost everyone doesn’t want to be at school and is tired from all of the lost sleep from waking up early and staying up late. However, one person that was bouncy was Meissa. She was excited to meet this Christopher that Jill was talking about.

And after her last boyfriend screwed her over, she was eager for a new one.
Again, isn't she 9? Why has she already had a boyfriend? That aside, I don't know why she'd be so keen to have another boyfriend if the last one was a bad guy?

She ran into her homeroom and skidded into her seat, pulling up a mirror. She fixed her hair and makeup again, on a nine year old? [b] and pulled out a magazine. She started to read just as the teacher entered the room with a kid that Meissa had never seen before.

Wow. Jill wasn’t kidding when she said that he was hot.

His skin was the perfect color—the half-white, half-black color that Meissa always seemed to fall for—and he had chocolate brown eyes that she always drowned in. His wavy black hair moved in the non-existent wind and he smiled, lighting up the room with pearl-white teeth. He walked towards her, speeding up Meissa’s heart. When he sat down in the empty seat next to her, it felt like her heart was going to bump [b] the expression is usually 'thump' rather than 'bump' out of her chest. She felt like an anime girl with hearts popping out of her eyes. I'm not sure I like this description. It's very over the top .

“Is this seat open?” His voice was smooth, like honey.

In truth, it was Roan Conaway’s seat, but Meissa didn’t care. “Yeah,” she said, in a bit of a daze. “It is.”

He smiled again—no teeth this time, much to Meissa’s disappointment—and took out a book. It was “The Fault of our Stars” by John Green. Meissa’s heart sped up even more than what it was already. I don't think you need this part. [b] It was her favorite book!

“The name’s Christopher, by the way. Call me Chris,” he says.

“I-I’m Me-meissa,” the girl stammered. “It’s good to m-meet you.”

Say something about the Fault in Our Stars, says something say something saysomethingsaysomethingsaysomething [b] I'd put her thoughts in italics

“I-I really like T-The Fault in Our S-Stars,” Meissa fumbled. Her thumbs rolled over each other quickly. “I-It’s really good.”

“Really? I thought that I was the only one!” Christopher exclaimed. “Everyone at my old school teased me about liking a ‘romance.’”

Meissa relaxed once she realized that Christopher thought of her as a nice, normal person and that she didn’t need to be nervous anymore. She got that from one sentence? “No one teases me about it.”

“Yeah, but you’re female. General society says that females should read romance novels and that men shouldn’t. Personally, I think it’s pretty stupid.” If he's aware that she can like it when she's a girl, why is he so surprised when she says that she does?

“Yeah, me too.” Meissa smiled through her lie. She actually did think that the gender roles should stay gender roles. Females should read romance novels and men should work on the manly stuff. The tomboys that lived in her school disgusted her—why didn’t they act like the girls that they should?—and all of the transgenders in the middle school and high school angered her; just stay in your gender role and be happy with it. It’s not that hard. I feel like this might be a bit much - you can show her prejudice gently through the story without having to dump it all in here - show rather than tell.

But if she wanted to impress this boy and become his girlfriend, she had better tell him what he wants to hear, right? That is how you get the guy, after all. She is not my favourite character, haha!

“Awesome. A lot of people seem to think that gender means that you have to have a fixed role in life. I seriously dislike those people. Honestly? They make me feel sick,” Chris said.

“Yeah...” It broke Meissa’s heart. Come on, why can’t he see my side? Reason and society says so; why aren’t you like anyone else?

Chris smiled and turned towards the board, which said something like “Test on 3/25!” but Meissa wasn’t paying attention. She was too busy staring at Chris. What made him tick? What did he like and dislike? Other than sexism and gender roles, of course.

A happy life flashed before her eyes—a younger mother cooing over baby Chris, a father teaching 6-year old Chris to ride his bike, and birthday parties with lots of friends. Even when Meissa saw a funeral, she didn’t feel too sad. Those were the facts of life, weren’t they? People die and people—

[i] Woah, I don’t think like that! [/]

She snapped out of it and focused her attention on the teacher, who was currently trying to pry an answer about Roan about why she was crying when she realized that it was because Roan was forced to sit next to someone other than Meissa, her apparent best friend. Meissa was overwhelmed with feelings of distraught and annoyance, as well as disappointment that, quote unquote, “my best friend for as many years as I have lived abandoned me and let the new kid sit there”. Meissa was annoyed. Whatever happened to common courtesy? There's no indication before this that she and Roan were close, maybe that could be adjusted?

Or just courtesy to Meissa’s interests, but that’s the same thing.

The teacher sent Roan to the counsilors office becuase Roan was making such a fuss and turned towards the class, obviously calmed down. She began to teach, talking about something about slope intercept form and graphing. Meissa wasn’t paying any attention to the teacher. She just wanted to focus on Chris. If she got this boy, then she would be even more popular than she already was.

If that’s possible, she mused.

He was focused on the teacher, silently taking notes. Thoughts swirled around Meissa’s mind—y = mx + b, slope, points, graph— and they all were stored into the little boxes in her brain that Jill so fondly called the “storage room.”

Before Meissa knew it, the bell had rang and it was time for next period. Chris waved, got up, and disappeared. She was disappointed. He probably had a different class than her. She’ll be able to focus more in class anyway.

She moved to the desk in the room where she sat in for the next class—English Language Arts—and saw Roan walk up to her. Meissa groaned internally; Roan wasn’t really her friend. Roan was just someone that claimed she was Meissa’s friend to have an excuse to follow Meissa around and be popular. That was something that Meissa hated in people: how they loved to take advantage of social status.

Roan put her hands on her hips and stood over Meissa with what was probably supposed to be a menacing snarl. “What did you think you were doing? Abandoning your best friend like that!”

“You’re not my best friend, Roan,” Meissa reminded her. Her gaze dropped down to her nails. “You just follow me around. I was just doing something nice.”

“Ha! Nice my foot! You just wanted him to sit there to make googly-eyes at him! Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at him all Math period like you wanted to eat him,” Roan snapped. “I’m not an idiot. Maybe if you would pay attention to me, you would see that I’m a great person after all that is worthy to sit next to you like the new kid apparently is.”

“If you were truly a great person after all,” Meissa said without looking up from her nails. “Then why are you badgering me about having a crush on a super cute guy who just coincidentally sat next to me and thought I was nice? Are you jealous?” At this point, Meissa’s tone became mocking and rude, which only fueled Roan’s anger further.

“Ex-cuse me!” Roan said, emphasizing every syllable with increasing rage. “I’m not jealous! I just want to be your friend!”“However, you aren’t and, at this rate, you never will be,” Meissa stated calmly, looking up from her hands at last. “Now please go away before I tell the teacher that you’re harassing me.”

Roan let out a huff of annoyance and stomped over to her seat. Meissa caught a stream of explecitives that would make any sailor proud utter from Roan’s mouth. At least, Meissa thought that it was from Roan’s mouth, but the mouth in question wasn’t moving to the words and Meissa didn’t actually hear it in her ears.

That doesn’t make sense.

Meissa laughed a little and continueds checking her nails. One was chipped a little. Ugh. She thought that the nail place was actually good! She was not going there again.

The teacher got up from her desk and approached Roan again, telling Roan to go to the office because she needs to control her feelings and stop crying about something that wasn’t important and that Meissa was showing common courtesy.

Meissa smiled. The teacher was on her side. That was all that mattered. I thought Christopher was all that mattered?

Heyy! I loved this one. And Messia's character evenmore. This piece gave me theatrical effect.
These lines below especially, awesome imagination:

"His skin was the perfect color—the half-white, half-black color that Meissa always seemed to fall for—and he had chocolate brown eyes that she always drowned in. His wavy black hair moved in the non-existent wind and he smiled, lighting up the room with pearl-white teeth. He walked towards her, speeding up Meissa’s heart. When he sat down in the empty seat next to her, it felt like her heart was going to bump out of her chest. She felt like an anime girl with hearts popping out of her eyes."

I loved the way you have put the words, ...chocolate eyes ..she drowning,... Just awesome.
When I pictured these lines, Believe me, I was into Chris. LOL. Your narration was quite amusing.
Here:
"A happy life flashed before her eyes—a younger mother cooing over baby Chris, a father teaching 6-year old Chris to ride his bike, and birthday parties with lots of friends. Even when Meissa saw a funeral, she didn’t feel too sad. Those were the facts of life, weren’t they? People die and people—

Woah, I don’t think like that!"

Woah! That happens. These lines were dramatic, giving you a smooth read.


The stammer in Messia's words you gave, Oh man, that's how a girl feels when she meets a handsome man.

The end was great.

It was intriguing. Keep writing! Looking forward for more like THESE

By the way, I too am a fan for Fault in our stars, Glad you brought it up here. We do consider people's attitude towards the books we read. I do, that was realistic.

Thanks for sharing this