Day 12 of 30. Dream’s Bridge

After 60 suspenseful hours I finally received my final grade for my college math class. I am officially finished with college math for as long as I live. Now I just need to finish two and a half more semesters and I will get an English degree. Then I’ll pursue a license in education. I’m already living my dream as an author. When I’m out of school I plan to keep writing and teach kindergarten/ Preschool. I’m on my way. But that’s a couple of years into the future.

Presently I’m still working on the preproduction stages for my graphic novel. Character and setting creation and script writing. Tonight I’m going to mess around with my copic markers and make some colored illustrations as I find a new Netflix series to get into. I have high hopes and expectations for myself as I dive deeper into this project!

It’s day 12 of my blog challenge. I’m proud of myself. At first it was hard to stick to this but now it’s habitual. I always make sure I post something on here before 12 a.m. My next goals for this blog is to start spending a few hours of my week to browse and make comments on other blogs. Sort of get more involved. I’m starting gain weekly followers again so maybe I’ll reach my goal of 1k by next January. We’ll see 😀

That’s it for now. I’ll be sure to post those illustrations and my deviantart page here before Monday. Until then here’s yet another piece from a story I have. It’s called, Dreams’s Bridge. It’s a magical story about a guy who meets a girl he used to have dreams of in high school. He had never met or seen her until his first day of college. From then on things make one magical twist after another.

I couldn’t register what was happening. I knew what was going on but for some reason I couldn’t react. I couldn’t even blink let alone move. Alice slowly walked to my table. She was clutching her dress nervously in her hands. Her blushing face got redder as she got close. I wasn’t so calm neither. I had no ideas on what to say or anything. Sara walked ahead of her and made it to the table first.

“She’s as nervous as you are but she’s really sweet. Good luck,” Sara said. She grabbed her things and left the table.

“Here’s your chance, big guy. Blow her away with that poetic mind.” Jean nudged me. He motioned Tylor to leave with him. Both of them left and Sara had gone to sit with Alice’s friends. I gasped realizing I was alone and even more nervous. She started twirling her hair nervously as she got close.

She said, “Hey did they leave because of me? I really hope not. I don’t want to be rude or anything.”

I fumbled my words, “Yes, er, uh no! No you’re fine. I think they left on purpose. You can sit if you want.”

She nodded and sat. I couldn’t believe it. It was her. Dream’s Bridge. She had the same long and curly brown hair. Her eyes were hazel and she had freckles across the bridge of her nose. The dress was the biggest shock. Violet colored cotton complimenting her perfect and creamy complexion. I was mind blown. Then I realized I had been staring at her for a REALLY long time.

“Um. Am I dreaming,” I dumbly said.

She laughed, “What?”

I shook my head and said, “Nevermind. Sorry. Um…”

The awkward silence birthed. We just sat there watching one another. But she didn’t look crept out at all. She was trying to hold her glance. But she must have been too nervous. She smiled and turned away and I did the same. We both laughed at the same time nervously.

I uttered, “Um.”

“Yes?” She leaned in.

“Huh?” I was confused.

“Oh. Nothing.” She was embarrassed.

Awkwardly we laughed. She smiled and waved at me as she rose her eyebrows like she was asking a question. Softly she spoke, “Hi?”

I waved back and said, “Hi.”

“Alice.”

“Ryan.”

We were very short spoken and again we laughed. I think we both knew that the other was nervous. But we didn’t know how to deal with it. Even though we were being dorky and quiet it felt nice. Really nice. There was something about being around her that felt so right. It felt like my dreams. Except it wasn’t a dream. Dream’s Bridge was in front of me and her name was Alice.

 

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