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    The Mist (Chapter One)

    Story written on August 30, 2011 by FL2011.
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    The smallest of things can change your life forever. Bette realizes this when she gets a new student in her class.(Bette/Tina)

    The Mist

    I think I’m drowning
    Asphyxiated
    I wanna break this spell
    You’ve created
    You’re something beautiful
    A contradiction
    I wanna play the game
    I want the friction

    …

    The young professor scanned one of her student’s final report on the changes of art in the twentieth century. Her tired eyes were too heavy, and she tried not to give in to the temptation of resting on the cool piles of paper before her. The bouts of working days and nights as an art history professor brought a toll on the young woman’s shoulders. She was never this tired, but now, she felt like a ton of bricks waiting to fall off a ledge. Every step she took was heavy, but as always, the brunette took this in stride and made sure the faculty members – and especially the students – did not see her on the brink of exhaustion.

    If Bette cared about anything at this moment, it was that she did not want to put her upcoming paycheck in jeopardy even if her job paid well either way. As a Yale graduate with several internships and a study abroad program she completed during her time at school, Bette was valuable in the School of Arts at California University. A competent professor, she had several students who rushed to take her course every semester. She was also valuable in another way, according to most female students she had in her class. From her years at Yale, Bette’s habits of dating several women at one time halted when she came to California University. She never brought her personal life to work, but at times, she found herself looking twice at a female student walking by and she had let herself go once or twice before.

    She flipped the stapled report closed, meticulously slipping it into its plastic folder. Moving on to the next paper before her, she never heard or raised her head to notice the quiet student who slipped inside the room. An attempt to blow an annoying strand of hair off her forehead proved futile, so the professor grabbed a hair tie from around her wrist and swiftly tied her wavy hair into a loose ponytail. Returning to her work, Bette went on to take another report from her pile and noticed that the student who wrote this paper was her best, yet her worst. Nadia Karella was always the first to raise her hand to every question Bette asked her students, but she was always the last to notice the boundary that Bette had set up whenever she tried to lure the professor to her bed.

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    1. i once had the rare opportunity to actually view an exhibit of jackson pollock paintings at the SAM. my sister being a great fan of pollock, invited me along. my first reaction after viewing two of his works was, “gee. i can do that. a few squirt bottles filled with paint and aim at the canvas..” needless to say, my sister interrupted me by “letting me know” that his method was the drip method. taking a brush dipped in paint and “dripping the paint onto the canvas…” rather extrodinary. (as i said, “gee i can do that…”)i found his works very “out of place” for the period they were created, yet found them fascinating.and here is a story relating jackson pollack to tina and bette. sooo great!i am so loving this story and the interesting twist to a different view. and dare we say, “oh oh. the fight is on?” i am sure nadia will vie for any attention she can bring on herself to create a rift between bette and tina the student. gonna be an interesting ride. thumbs up to you for a great start. can’t wait to read more and thanks for taking the time to share with us.

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