Writing Forums

Writing Forums is a privately-owned, community managed writing environment. We provide an unlimited opportunity for writers and poets of all abilities, to share their work and communicate with other writers and creative artists. We offer an experience that is safe, welcoming and friendly, regardless of your level of participation, knowledge or skill. There are several opportunities for writers to exchange tips, engage in discussions about techniques, and grow in your craft. You can also participate in forum competitions that are exciting and helpful in building your skill level. There's so much more for you to explore!

Of Fire And Ice - Chapter 2

[FONT=&amp]Of Fire And Ice[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]By Kristen Crawford[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]Chapter Two[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]After coffee and returning to campus, I entered the building and headed up the stairs to my Animal Biology class. Yep. Animal lover. And I was hoping to become another zoologist of the future. Where would it take me? Local zoo? Park reserve? Alaska? Who knows. Like they say, ‘The sky’s the limit’.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]I stepped through the door finding the class already almost half full, some of the students sitting, others standing, a mix of their conversations filling my ears. I tuned them out politely as I headed toward the back, my seat the fourth down in the third row. My backpack fell with a soft thud as I let it fall from my shoulder onto the white linoleum floor beside my chair and opened it, pushing a side of hair behind my ear as I reached in to gather my books and notes.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“Morning.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]I looked up at the source of the voice to see Patrick smiling at me. Patrick was one of those people who fell into the “nerdy” category in most schools. Slightly pudgy but not necessarily unfit, glasses and bright red-orange hair that always looked like he just got out of bed, contrasting hazel eyes. He didn’t have many friends and while I didn’t really consider him one myself, I didn’t dislike him either. [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]He smiled as he leaned down a bit, voice lowering to a whisper. “Hey, would you happen to have a pencil I could borrow? I must’ve forgotten mine in my rush this morning. I have more, but they’re fresh.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]I nodded and pulled one out from my front backpack flap, holding it out to him. A pre-sharpened No. 2. I knew all too well how time-consuming (and embarrassing if timed just right) sharpening brand new pencils could be. Even with those electric sharpeners. I’m more partial to pens and mechanical pencils myself, though I will still use the classics when I feel it’s needed. This happened to be one.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“Thanks,” he tells me, still smiling as he takes it from my fingers. “I owe you one.” [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]I returned the smile and we both glanced toward the front of the classroom, straightening in our seats as the teacher entered the room. Mr. Collinsworth - Gerald Collinsworth – was about 5’9, in his early 30s, black hair and brown eyes with glasses, wearing a lab coat over his regular clothes that had been buttoned so just his legs and feet showed underneath. He looked more like he belonged in a science or forensics lab than a classroom, but then again, he clearly knew what he was doing. And he was kind and patient, a helpful state-of-the-art guy everybody liked. Myself included.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]He cleared his throat, watching as the remainder of students took their seats.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“Good morning, class.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“Good morning, Mr. Collinsworth.” We all replied in unison.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“I hope you all are prepared for more essay reading. Ms. Fox.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]I lifted my head and he nodded, gesturing toward the whiteboard. I nodded back, butterflies suddenly in my stomach as I gathered my papers and headed over. I could feel him and the rest of the class watching me as I kept my head down, mentally noting which parts to read as I glanced at my assignment and I cleared my throat softly before I began.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“The gray wolf, scientifically known as canis lupus, is a member of the Canidae family and also the largest, with the males begin bigger than the females. It is one of the world’s most well researched animals, residing natively to wilderness and remote areas of North America, Eurasia and North Africa, roaming the earth for over 150,000 years.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]It is a bit larger than a german shepherd or sled dog, males weighing 95 to 99lbs and females at 79 to 85lbs, although size and weight do depend on the breed. Wolves weighing over 120lbs are uncommon, though exceptionally large individuals have been recorded in Alaska, Canada,and the former Soviet Union. The heaviest recorded gray wolf in North America was killed on 70 Mile River in east-central Alaska on July 12, 1939 and weighed 175lb, while the heaviest recorded wolf in Eurasia was killed after World War II in Kobeliaky, Poltavskij Region, Ukrainian SSR and weighed 190lbs.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]Wolves are highly social and territorial both visibly and vocally and hunt in packs and though their sense of smell can only reach about 3kms, their sense of hearing surpasses that of even the fox. And they eat various types of large and small prey even fruits and grasses and they can go up to two weeks without food. [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]They mate for life, usually in late winter or whenever sources are plentiful and gestation lasts 62 to 75 days with the pups born in summer in the safety of the den, which they can leave at the age of three weeks and by autumn they are mature enough to join their packs in hunts.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]Enemies of the wolf include bears, hyenas, but mostly tigers and humans, humans being the most responsible for their population and habitat decline and is now considered an endangered species.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]I looked up with a shy smile at the scattered applause, mentally breathing a sigh of relief as the teacher thanked me and I headed back to my seat. Gazing at the clock, I realized that only seven to ten minutes had passed. This was going to be a looong hour…[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]A week or two later, Lindsay and I were packing up, our room now in disarray as we sorted through clothes and necessities, trying to decide what to and not to take with us. We had the next four days off for Thanksgiving and the college and its dorms would be closed during. Mom had called me earlier that afternoon to tell me they’d be back from their business trip in Missouri that following morning. I approved and told her I’d ride with Lindsay in the meantime. Or rather..she’d ride with me. I was surprised. One, because I was actually going to have this “quality time” every dream family has and two, because Lindsay had decided to ride with me instead of her boyfriend Brad, whom she’d been dating since our freshman year last year. Typical athlete/cheerleader couple. How cliché…[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I looked back at her. “Sure we aren’t forgetting anything?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“Seems good to me. Though I think we may need a miniature bulldozer to clean this place up..” she replied as she looked over her shoulder at the floor, the embarrassment evident in her voice. “You’d think our closet exploded.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]I smiled in silent agreement. It did look like that. But as usual, Lindsay has a way of finding humor in just about any situation.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“Are you sure you don’t mind me riding back with you? I mean, I wouldn’t want any feelings of keep-away with your boyfriend.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“It’s fine, Becky, really. Believe me, if I didn’t want to, I would have said so by now. It’s not like I’m dying or anything. So relax, okay?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]I nodded. She was right. I had no reason to worry and riding home alone is never fun anyway. Not when it came to the holidays. And not only would we be having Thanksgiving with everyone, but we’d be taking another flight together the next day. Most likely up north. Dad wanted to take us up to a ski lodge for a second one as well as some leisurely time. Last time I was skiing must’ve been at least ten years ago in Wisconsin. But this one was…Canada? British Columbia to be exact. [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]I glance out the window, seeing the first flakes of snow falling, as if someone was merely giving it a light dusting. Then I began to think about my family and their overnight flight. What if this got worse overnight? What if this flight got cancelled? What if… [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]Lindsay calling my name broke me from my thoughts and I blinked up at her, not even realizing I’d zoned out. “Huh?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“I said, are you ready to go? I’m all packed up.” She raised her arms, elbows bent, showing me our suitcases. For someone who was so petite, she could sure carry a lot. [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“Yeah. Sorry, I was just thinking about this weather. You don’t think it will get worse, do you?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“Nah. It hardly looks like a sticker. But if it does, you can always drive slow. Safety first, right?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]I put on my coat and followed her out the door, being sure to lock up before doing so. Once out into the parking lot, I unlocked the door to my red 2012 Mercedes Benz, immediately turning on the heat while Lindsay tossed our suitcases in the back seat. [/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]“Brr! Nippy out there!” she cried, rubbing her hands together. Buckling up, I carefully backed out of the parking space and the lot.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]Thanksgiving break had officially begun. [/FONT]

Comments

There are no comments to display.

Blog entry information

Author
krishenry
Views
20
Last update

More entries in Creative Writing 101

Top