The first Writing

"Hello everyone, nice that some of you are interested in this writing course" begins Ms. Moreau with a friendly voice and looks at us one after the other, her gaze finding mine for a brief moment and I quickly let my gaze slide nervously to the floor .

“Before I say too much, I would say let's just start with some free style writing. Please take a look at this picture and write a short scene about it. There is no right or wrong” she adds kindly and when I look up again I see her looking at us with a radiant smile. Then she raises a picture that shows two people, a man and a woman, standing on a bridge while the sun goes down in the background. The woman holds out her hands to the man as if she were begging him or trying to convince him of something. The figures are kept dark so that they only act like shadows on us and convey a touch of romance.

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A few minutes later

"Ahhh Lisa, that's great. Please show your work” Ms. Moreau interrupts the silence, in which nothing can be heard except the noises of pen on paper.

"Ms. Moreau ... please, I don't want to" Lisa begins with a restless voice. Amazed by the behavior of the otherwise self-confident Latina, I look at her and see how a light pink caresses her cheeks.

"Come on Lisa, don't be so shy. That's really good what you wrote” says our attractive teacher with a little more emphasis.

"Okay" Lisa says weakly and for a brief moment her dark, warm eyes meet mine before she quickly looks at her note.

“Uhh uh… slowly I step onto the bridge, the bridge on which we saw each other for the first time. The setting sun shines on this very special place and immerses me in a warm light, which has a calming effect on my raging insides. There he is in front of me, how casually, almost indifferently, he looks into the distance of the rushing river below us. With trembling legs and a pounding heart, I come closer and closer to him, this one man, and then suddenly he looks up. His dark hair moves in a steady flow with his head movement and a moment later his crystal blue eyes meet mine. For a moment I think my heart stands still when he has me firmly in his spell and focuses me intensely. As if by myself I stretch out my hands to finally grasp my love, which always seemed to be so intangible, and never let him go again. Because I love you” Lisa finishes her short text in a soft voice without looking up.

The whole class is silent while we let these very emotional words sink in. Then Ms. Moreau breaks the silence with her clapping and the rest of us agree.

“Very good Lisa. What a great start” says Ms. Moreau happily and smiles at Lisa, who is still looking nervously.

"Is it just me or was she describing our lovely Zack?" Tanya suddenly says out of nowhere, followed by a smug laugh.