Lost and Found

Losing Track of Time

A week or so has passed, and Seth and I have settled on a day to have coffee. That day was today at 4 o'clock on Tuesday the 25th of October. The day has just begun and I have a lecture first thing this morning, so I am up and ready by nine.

Nothing compares to my creative writing lectures with Professor Turner. The books and poems we're looking are, you could say were pretty depressing but he knows this and tries his best to make them come to life to keep us interested and excited about creative writing and it's working. I am totally enthralled by the works of the authors, they become exciting works of art. Professor Turner lets us act it out as we go along, so we get the idea of how symbology is conveyed and how the characters felt. It's amazing to think that this is how the writers wanted their works to be felt and shown. He's the kind of lecturer that will bring in a thermos of coffee for anyone that wanted some and sits crossed-legged on top of his desk to show he's comfortable in our company and that we should be comfortable in his. It's reasons like these that make me want to write in the future. It's be exciting; everything has a story.

"Right, who wants to have a part today?" Professor Turner questions in the second period. Hands shoot up around the room, including mine. "How about Miyah?" He asks looking at me, I nod, stand up and walk to the front of the classroom, feeling nervous but also excited. This was the first time I've played a character, I want to know how it feels to be in the story. An hour passes, and the class ends, but as he puts the play back into his briefcase, Professor Turner calls out to me, "That was really well done, Miyah, best I've seen in a long time."

"Thank you."

"Have you previously done any drama or performing arts?"

"Oh no, I could never do something that big. I just like the feeling of being immersed in the story. It helps me understand the characters, I can write about them more easily that way."

He puts his bag onto his shoulder and turns to face me, "See, I aim to do that for all my students. You can't write about a story until you understand it. Good to know my teaching isn't all a waste of time."

"Oh no, sir, everyone loves your lectures. Trust me, they're the most exciting part of my day."

He looks thoughtful and smiles, "well, that has brightened mine. Thank you, Miyah. I hope you don't put your natural talent to waste." He walks out the door and leaves me alone in the room feeling quite proud of myself.

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I spend last period getting ready to go and meet Seth. I change out of my comfy clothes and into a black corduroy dungaree dress, light brown turtle neck jumper, black tights and my black Doc Martins.

The sky is grey today, but thankfully no rain so far so the walk to town is pleasant enough.

I arrive a little early at the coffee shop, and as soon as I walk in the smell of coffee and warm baked goods hits me. It isn't a big coffee shop but is beautifully decorated to make it cosy. The walls are white tile and black shelves are all over them filled with pastries of all varieties, different plants and blackboards with the names of foods and drinks available. More pastries and cakes are inside the glass display case on the counter, along with a vintage cash register and little glass cookie jars on top and that's only half of the shop. The rest is filled with mismatched wooden chairs, tables, and a few well-used looking sofas.

"Can I help you with anything?" Comes a voice from behind the counter. A tall girl with short light pink hair stands looking at me. She's wearing all black with an apron tied around her waist, I suppose that it's a uniform. She wears glasses and a nose ring in one side of her nose, I guess that she was a few years older than me, but she's young and maybe in her early twenties.