02-10-2020, 06:38 PM
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#114 (permalink)
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That debate didn’t turn out as bad as Heath thought it would, but he was still glad to move on to something else. Hmm… an arts and crafts project, but mostly writing. He wondered what that could be! Whatever it was, it sounded better than debating. He got up to retrieve a piece of poster board from the front of the room, pausing for a moment to peruse the inks. There was a nice midnight blue one that caught his eye! He returned to his seat, ink and poster board in hand just in time to hear the next set of instructions.
They were making chocolate frog cards of themselves… Okay, Heath had to admit that sounded pretty fun! He stared at the blank poster board for a moment, wondering which photo he should use. He eventually decided on one of the new headshots he had taken over the summer. Envisioning the picture clearly in his mind, he tapped the poster board with his wand. Merlin, he hoped that worked! He was usually terrible with spells. When he looked again, an image of a tall boy with chin-length dark hair and a half-smiling expression appeared. Satisfied with the photograph, he affixed it to the template.
Now came the hard part: thinking of his accomplishments for the back of the card. Heath couldn’t imagine why anyone would want a chocolate frog card of him! He wasn’t athletic like Fiy or popular like Ariel; he was just a shy awkward Star Wars-obsessed kid. What would anyone remember him for? The only real talent he had was his acting. Maybe he could do something with that? Suddenly inspired, he began writing: .
Heath had just finished putting the finishing touches on his card when class was dismissed. He hurriedly packed up his things and slung his bag over his shoulder. On the way out, he turned his card in at the front of the room. “Bye, Professor,” he said as he made his way to the door. “Thank you for the lesson.”
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |
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