When the School Bell Chimed When the school bell chimed and the shifting sky was dimmed by brooding clouds, I hastily timed a brilliant lie and escaped the schoolyard crowd. Through the woodlands like a maverick mare, I crashed past autumn leaves. Dark turned to light when I saw her there, when I found Jacindavieve. Her green eyes danced like butterflies her hair swayed to and fro, I stood entranced, transfigured by her alabaster glow, her elegant Arabian nose, her skin so rich and rare, her cheeks that glimpsed a red, red rose, her loom of jet black hair. While…