Imagine by Christiane Shoenhair, Liam McEvilly Read Free Book Online Page B

just something that I did out of habit, it’s now something I look forward to as I fall asleep. Instead of cursing at the alarm clock in the morning I now jump out of bed, eager to meet up with Keagan. He pushes me too; we now run 4 miles each morning.
    In first period Kristina, Lexi , May and I give our Witches versus Warlocks presentation and we do great. We used popular movie references to make it fun for our audience. We had the entire class cracking up when we put up the Wicked Witch of the West from The Wizard of Oz. against Professor Snape from J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter. I enjoyed the class, Kristina and I won the debate and the four of us each got an A. But I am so eager for tonight that I am counting down the minutes and my next few classes seem to take forever. Lunch time is a great break from clockwatching though.
    We sit at our usual table, Keagan right next to me with his arm slung over my shoulder. He put it there as soon as he sat down and  proceeded to bury his face in my neck, lightly kissing just below my ear. It gives me shivers.
    He and I begin to talk about the carnival and our next double date. I tell Keagan that I can’t wait to go, the last time that I was at one I remember eating way too much co tton candy with my Mom and making faces in the hall of mirrors together.
    "How about you girls? Are you all going to the Carnival t onight?" Keagan asks May, Lexi and Kristina.
    "No not tonight, we’re going to go check out The Great Gatsby in 3D at the movies." May replies.
    I have oven baked chicken, vegetables and mashed potato for lunch before heading back to class, just two more to go.
    In Art His tory we discussed Starry Night by the famous Dutch painter, Vincent van Gough. We talked about his Post- Impressionism style of painting, his art is known for its rough beauty, but most people, including myself, think the guy was a few sandwiches short of a picnic. He had bouts of hallucinations, during which he would not be able to work and at other times he wouldn’t be able to stop. He infamously cut off his own ear, but not many people are aware that he supposedly died by shooting himself in the chest. Crazy or what? But his paintings are undoubtedly beautiful.
    The part that really gets me about van Gough though is that during his life no one really knew off him, not many people enjoyed his work. It is only since his death that people have begun to appreciate his paintings and now he is one of the most influential and well-known artists in the entire world. It’s sad to think that he lived his life never knowing what an influence his artwork would have.  
    I still think about Art History as I walk into American Hi story with Mr. Monous. As I enter his room he is sitting at his desk, getting things ready for our class. I take a seat and wait for the bell to ring; I have been trying to fly under the radar with Mr. Monous since last week’s class, so far so good.
    The bell rings.
    "Alright everybody, I think that the perfect way to celebrate the weekend is a pop quiz on everyone's favorite topic. So here we go a 25 question short answer quiz on the Civil War"
    With that he hands a pile of papers to each person in the front row, each person takes a test booklet for themselves and passes the rest behind them.
    "You have until the bell rings, if you are done before then please make sure you hand me your quiz and you can be e xcused." Mr. Monous tells us while sitting back down at his desk grabbing a newspaper. 
    I open my quiz booklet and read the first question. 
     
    Q. Name an influential figure during the civil war (Hint: Patrick Swayze is not an acceptable answer)
     
    I let out a snort. I glance around the room and can tell that my classmates find it equally as funny. I finish up as quickly as I can, it wasn’t too difficult. I look over at Chelsey, who is writing feverishly. She senses me looking at her though and looks up, shaking her wrist, she must have written a lot.
    I mouth “My