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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 blonde grinned.

    “But I expect a lot of cooperation from you, though,” Bette said.

    “I’ll do my best.”

    Tina went up the steps while she approached a seat near the front of the classroom, completely unaware of dark brown eyes following her every move. The few minutes of waiting for her usually late students to arrive used to be quite fatiguing, but trying to avoid watching this young woman who sat in the front… it was agonizing. The professor did not know what was wrong with her. From the moment Tina had introduced herself, Bette could not take her eyes off of her.

    Perhaps it was her warm smile, or her bright hazel eyes. Maybe it was the perfume that made her want to smell the young woman all over for herself. Dressed in nothing but a white cotton knit blouse covered with a navy blue cardigan and skinny jeans over black flats, Tina was a stunning beauty. And the fact that she obviously was unaware of it, made her even more appealing. Wavy blond hair framing a sweet oval face, while soft hazel eyes over a straight nose and thin lips. When she tried to get another quick glance at the new student, she quickly averted her eyes when the young woman caught her staring.

    When the clock reached ten, Bette’s students started pouring into the classroom. She had never been so relieved to see them in her entire life. Most of the expected thirty-five students slipped inside the small classroom, rushing towards their self-assigned seats in order to prepare for the next hour and a half to come.

    Nadia was always early, and she sat in the row of the seats like she always did. It happened that today, it was right next to the new student. The brunette watched out of the corner of her eye as Nadia turned to Tina, and kindly introduced herself. Tina returned the same gesture and shook the other blonde’s hand.

    “Alright, let’s begin…” Bette began to turn off the lights in the classroom, activating her projector to reveal one of Jackson Pollock’s greatest works. “…the origins of abstract expressionism started after World War II…”

    There it was again. What she thought might have been voices in her head no longer stayed in her head. The room became still again, and now soft whispers were heard from every angle. She still couldn’t decipher them, but they were there, loud and clear. Coming from the same voice, these whispers were from different sources. Bette forgot that she was in front of a class teaching, and stood looking up at the ceiling to notice the whisper so close to her ear.

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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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