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!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Remington, Rylan, and Kayden

Rylan and Remington stopped by the coffee shop for a transient mocha before heading to Cornell. College was a considerable step for both of them. Neither Rylan nor Remington said much since their candlelight dinner last night on the dock. He was the preeminent cook by far; well at least that’s what she thought. The walk from the coffee shop to Cornell was exceptionally brief. The buildings were so castle-like. It made her smile. Mother would be satisfied of the manifestation. They stepped into the foremost building for registration. Every step up to the desk was an entirely distinct panic attack in her stomach. He was on the watch. Defensively. Of course. They conclusively came to the front desk after what seemed like hours. She glanced back and perceived she was three yards from the door. How pathetic. The lady at the front desk was personable, yet dressed with diminutive recognition of fashion, taking into consideration her puke green suit. Before she could comprehend what happened, Rylan had already enrolled in his classes and was peeking at her awkwardly. She immediately stopped starring at the horrid piece of fabric being displayed in front of her. Finally after getting her thoughts together she began her registration. The beginning of a new turn.

As she was leaving Brooklyn she happened to pass a Starbucks coffee shop. She immediately had that tingly sensation that meant it was time for a shot of caffeine, but she could not stop. She had to be at Cornell for registration. Kayden did not know how long it had been since she went a morning with out her double espresso caramel macchiato. It was going to be a long day…

The University was so sophisticated and glorious. The architecture of the buildings, the intricate designs on the columns…Kayden felt as if she was in her own utopia. She admired the paintings in the registration hall as she was waiting for a couple to enroll in their classes. The girl’s face looked as green as the woman’s suit… poor girl. Besides the fact that the woman had a lacking taste for fashion, her nose was probably stuck a foot in the air. There was no need for her kind of attitude, and it was not the right place or time. Because of the absence of her morning macchiato, she was not able to withstand that woman any longer. Kayden had THE headache of all headaches, and her hands were shaking beyond all control. She could think of nothing but the feel of the milk cream slowly gliding down my throat; the sweet, but bitter, mix of the espresso and caramel. This lady had no idea who she was dealing with. It was time to take matters into her own hands.

Patience was being tried. The ill-dressed lady was moving too slow for Rylan and Remington’s taste. The girl behind her was making her nervous. She was constantly fidgeting and sighing heavily. She couldn’t help it, this lady was just slow. She wasn’t this slow with him. Why was she being so slow with her? Her finger began to bounce on the counter as the lady shuffled slowly through papers asking questions like molasses. Out of no were a burst of energy was next to me. A girl about her age with blonde hair was trying to smile politely but it was not working out well through clenching teeth. She attempted sternly to ask the lady to hurry up because she couldn’t wait there all day, and that some words were going to fly if she didn’t have her macchiato fast. Remington was really starting to like this gal. The lady behind the front desk huffed and puffed but slowly began to speed up her pace. The blonde haired girl was a lifesaver.

Kayden could not have taken it any longer. The woman was moving too lazily for her taste. The couple in front of me turned around and gave her grateful smiles. Out of politeness she decided to introduce herself. They exchanged names and carried on a light conversation. Rylan and Remington decided to go to college together. If it had been Kayden’s decision she would not have chosen to have a boyfriend when she left for college, but these two seemed very happy and she wished them the best of luck. Kayden endured the woman’s constant state of laziness then escaped out of the hall as fast as possible. She found Rylan and Remington waiting outside the hall and asked them for the location of the nearest coffee shop. The day finally started to lighten up.

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