Post by allykretz on Jul 13, 2009 23:50:41 GMT -5
“Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.
You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.”
Sarah Bareilles gently serenaded Ally through a single grey ipod bud placed carefully in her ear. Stuck another day in AP Literature, she found herself reading “Wuthering Heights” as her teacher sat at her desk, allowing everyone to have a work day on their projects. It was only a few months until graduation and in an attempt to keep them focused, she gave them a rather unique project. They were to pick a scene from the novel and set it to music or a piece of art. This was meant to help them explore the emotional writing of the novel and see if they could pick out some of the symbolism. Most students wrote it off and spent all their time talking about what they did last night but Ally searched through her music before stumbling on the perfect song. The lyrics were so befitting to the story, specifically a scene in which Cathy, the tortured lover claims that while she has accepted a marriage proposal from Edgar, but will always be agonizingly in love with Heathcliff, the tragic hero. While the two main characters are flawed, the winning trait between the two is in fact their undying love for one another. Ally found herself living for stories such as this, stories when everything else is lost, love is still a theme which will never be defeated. Not through death, or pain, or distance, it is a never ending force.
Brushing a loose piece of golden-brown hair from her hazel eyes, she eagerly scanned the pages, re-reading the scene which she couldn’t help but pick as her favorite, the crescendo in the music inspiring her to feel the pain of Cathy. Adjusting her black glasses which slowly slipped down her nose, she inhaled deeply as the music came to a slow end and the scene in the novel itself ended, moving on to chapter twelve. Just as she turned the page, she was bumped into by a football player tossing a tennis ball which her teacher used as a “speaker ball” . The book flew from her hands and landed on the floor, the front cover which was worn and used, finding itself now it half, the bottom half of Cathy’s body now laying inches from her head and the rest of the novel. The football player simply laughed and Ally glared at them. Standing briskly, she put her hands firmly on the desk and spoke rather sharply “You know, if you spent half your time, oh I don’t know, actually doing assignments you wouldn’t have to rely on your suck ass catching skills to try and get you into college.” Smiling rather bitterly, she sat back down in her seat and crossed her arms. Not only could she not stand the idiots in her class but them ripping her favorite book in half, she couldn’t deal very well with that. Brushing the loose piece of hair once again behind her ear, she crossed her arms and glared. Ally was generally a very nice person, though she was shy outside of school in the classroom, she had no problem standing up for herself. Currently clad in a pair of blue jeans and a yellow fitted tank-top along with multi colored beads around her neck and navy blue ballet flats on her feet, she looked like a ray of sunshine, well until you reached her aggravated expression.