A Composition Class Project

The following novel is written in installments by the thirteen members of the Bevier C-4 Composition Class. The story is arranged as a novel, so pay no attention to the dates of posting, but follow the tale to its close. As of January 21, we are starting the third of five scenarios for our thirteen characters. You may email or leave comments if you like, and we will be happy to respond if you wish. Enjoy!

Monday, January 4, 2010

Briley - Scenario II

Erick… Haley was so upset when she heard the sound of his voice. It scared Briley to see her friend that way. She had never seen her friend that way before and it gave her the chills. After about thirty minutes of him yelling through the door and yelling at Haley to open the door, he finally left, and Briley saw Haley physically relax. Briley could tell that this wasn’t going to be fun if it involved this Erick guy.

Briley looked at Haley, “Hey. Why don’t we go out? You know, introduce me to The Big Apple. Come on. It will be fun and it will get our minds off things. How about we go to a museum? That was the first thing I wanted to do when I got here and now is the perfect chance.” Briley paused to look at her friend, “What do you say?”

After a moments pause, Haley smiled again and agreed. Briley gave Haley a hug and they left the apartment, making sure that the door was secured.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art was HUGE. Briley stared up at the building that consists of two million square feet. It is known as the “Museum Mile” in New York. It contains over two million pieces of art, and is divided into nineteen curatorial departments. Briley was in awe. Never had she seen such an amazing art gallery.

Haley was quiet the ride on the drive to the museum. It kind of scared Briley, but she knew Haley wasn’t up to talking after that little incident. Instead, Briley pulled Haley into the museum. She paid the toll to enter this phenomenon of a building and led Haley to the paintings.

They saw many pieces of work by American painters; Winslow Homer, George Caleb Bingham, John Singer Sargent, James McNeill Whistler, and many more. Briley gazed at the sculptors of famous war veterans and presidents, and the sculptor of David. Briley’s breath was taken by all the different pieces of art that lay beyond the walls of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Haley made noises of acknowledgment that this was cool, but Briley could tell she wasn’t feeling up to doing this. Briley sighed, “How about we go out to eat? I am starved and you are looking a little pale.”

Haley followed Briley reluctantly to a coffee shop on the corner. They ate bagels and drank cappuccinos before heading back to Haley’s apartment. Haley barely said anything the entire time.

By Taylor

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