This is the first story I have submitted here. It's actually the first piece of creative writing I've written in a long time.
Fair warning the story is slow, and not too much happens in the first few chapters as I aimed for readers to discover the personalities and quirks of my characters as they continued to read. I also wanted my characters and my story to be as believable and realistic as possible. I'm not sure how successful I was with my efforts but this is what I have come up with.
Enjoy, or dont. Its entirely up to you :)
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Chapter 1:
It was a beautifully cloudy day. The air was cool and there was a slight breeze that brought a chill that caused Bobby to pull his jacket close and cross his arms. Many people might have described the day as gloomy and cold but Bobby rather enjoyed this type of weather. He was waiting near a crowd of students for the professor to arrive and open up the classroom. He looked around and didn't recognize anyone, which wasn't surprising since he was never one to socialize much.
It was the first day of the semester at his local community college. He was waiting in school to try to get into a creative writing class but the class was really popular and the class roster always filled up really quickly. He had managed to secure a spot on the waiting list but he wasn't very optimistic about his chances of getting in. Still, it was one of the only classes he was looking forward to taking this semester and he wasn't about to give up before at least trying.
The way the waiting list would work at his school was if the students on the class roster didn't show up to claim the spot on the first day of class and they didn't make any special arrangements with the professor beforehand, the open spots would be given to the people on the waiting list. He had successfully gotten into a couple classes that way before, but given how popular the class was, he knew it would be a longshot.
The professor finally arrived and opened up the classroom. Bobby took a moment to study the professor to try to gauge what type of person he was and how he would run the classroom. He was dressed quite formally, with black slacks, a dress shirt, and a sharp blue jacket to guard against the cold. It wasn't quite formal attire but Bobby guessed it could be described as business casual.
Once everyone squeezed into the rather small classroom the professor began writing his name on the whiteboard: Professor Cliff Davis. "Hello and welcome class to the first day of Creative Writing 1A. You guys may refer to me as Professor Davis. Before we start class I will explain to you how I will address those of you that are on the waiting list. Unfortunately there are a limited of positions available in this class and I cannot take all of you. Those of you who are late or absent the first week of class will automatically forfeit your position on the official class roster and on the waiting list."
"There are 30 positions available for this class and 15 additional people on the waitlist. During this first day of class we will be going over the topic of poetry. I will explain to you the rubric for this first assignment, which will contain my expectations of you and will serve to gauge how serious you are about taking my class. This assignment will be turned in at the beginning of next class period. From there I will accept 30 of you and officially add you to the class roster by the end of the weekend. You will be able to check online on the school website to confirm your enrollment this weekend after I have a chance to review everyone's work."
A student near the middle of the class raised his hand. He complained in a rather whiny tone, "Professor, I have already secured a spot on the class and I assumed that I was guaranteed my position. This isn't fair! I've been to this school for 3 years and I've never had a professor with such a ridiculous rule!"
The professor calmly listened to the student's complaints and answered back to him, "I understand that this may be a bit different than what you are used to but this is my classroom and these are my rules. Please feel free to exit the classroom now if you are not ready to accept my conditions. Any further questions you have about this topic can either be addressed to me after class or be sent via email that is located on the syllabus that is now being passed out." After the Professor Davis stated his opinion with such finality, the students were all quiet and no further questions were asked about the subject.
Bobby was excited and nervous about the poetry assignment that would be his opportunity to get into the class. He had written some poetry before but he had certainly not let many people read his poems. He was too self conscious about his writing to let just anyone read and pick apart his inner thoughts.
The class passed by in no time. Bobby didn't manage to secure one of the seats so he was sitting near the back of the classroom against the wall and was trying hard to keep up with all the material that Professor Davis was showing on the projector. He really enjoyed listening to Professor Davis speak and it was evident that he was not only knowledgeable but passionate about teaching. Once the lecture was over, Bobby was determined to work as hard as he could on the assignment in order to get into the class.
In truth, Creative Writing was the only class that Bobby was looking forward to this semester. He had a few other classes that he was required to take if he wanted to transfer into a 4 year college, but creative writing was the only class that he had elected to take and had any interest in. After attending his psychology class he received a text from his best friend David. They had met during Bobby's first semester in an algebra class and they got along surprisingly well despite Bobbys quiet and reserved nature.
"Yo Bobby! How's the first day of classes going? Get into the classes you wanted? I'm in the cafeteria with James and Gemma if you want to join."
"Great timing Dave I just got out of Psych 1 and I was looking to grab some food. Be there in a few."