After a long long class of Calculus , I had my last class then I'd be free from my shackles. I had modern art which sounded super cool and I was mildly interested in art so I was looking forward to it.
I went to the art building which was pretty far from my math class so I got there a little late. I came into a huge classroom with painted murals on the wall and stone art figures by the teachers desk. There were plenty of students in the class already but a couple empty desks.
I sat at the back of the classroom next to an easel and empty canvass. Everyone had one next to their seat with a set of water color paints. The teacher walked in late putting her phone in her pocket. She was a young woman with dark brown skin and grey hair that she probably dyed that way because she looked wait to young to have naturally grey hair.
"Good afternoon guys, welcome to Preston Academy. This is your last class of the day and it's probably your easiest. My name is Jamesia Evans please call me Jamesia or Miss Jamesia. Today is going to be an easy day. I want to see everyone's different art styles so I want you all to paint a tree in your own art style. You have all of class to do so and the last few minutes of class you can walk around and examine your peers work and leave polite positive comments on their canvasses."
I wasn't the best artist but I thought I was pretty okay. My art style was pretty colorful and vibrant more on the cartoon side. I saw everyone grab the drawing utensil of their choice and begin sketching out trees. I grabbed the water color paints on the tray next to me and a thin brush and began painting.
There was a knock on the door and I heard the teacher scoot her chair back and get up to open it. I focused on my painting and trying to finish it in time because it took me a long time to finish painting anything. I looked up and saw a boy plop down on the seat in front of me.
I only saw the back of his head. He had a long dark brown hair and didn't have a uniform vest on like every one else. I didn't get to see what his face looked like because I was so distracted with my painting I didn't look up when he walked in.
The teacher informed him what the activity of the day was and he nodded and got charcoal colored chalk and started scribbling on the white canvass. His movements were swift as if he knew the assessment before the teacher told him and had been practicing.
We all continued our painting until the teachers timer went off and we all put out brushes down.
"Okay everyone, this class is almost over so let's take the last few minutes to examine each others work. When you're done turn your work in to the front."
We all got up and started walking around each others canvasses making small talk and saying things like "good job."
I went to the boys canvass that sit in front of me and he was sitting there on his phone. He looked up at me when I approached him and he smiled.
"Hi. What's your name?"
"Victoria but I go by Vee. Yours?"
"Ian Peters. Nice to meet you."
He gave me a small smile and went to shake my hand. I don't usually shake peoples hand so it kind of caught me by surprise. I shook his hand hesitantly and he kept his eyes on me.
Ian Peters. What a boring name for a beautiful boy. It didn't really match his face either. He had very light green eyes and dark brown almost black hair and tanned skin. Full eyebrows and white straight teeth that made him have a perfect smile. Very attractive to put it bluntly.
"I really like your drawing." I said looking down at his canvass. It was very detailed and the whole thing was just black and white. The tree branches looked slanted and broken like they were in a storm.
"Thanks, I came late so I didn't have time to make it the way I wanted it." He looked down at the canvass together and took a few seconds to just start at his work. I thought it was pretty incredible especially for the time that we had in class.
"By the way, I like yours too. Your art style fits you well."
"Thanks."
I wasn't sure what that meant exactly but i'm sure it was a compliment. With that, the bell rang softly and we he started picking his things up getting ready to leave. I went and got my bag and made my way out towards the parking lot and texted my mom that I was ready to leave.
After school my mom came to pick me up around 3:30. Most of the kids went back into their dorms since there were dorms on the college campus like academy. I don't think i'd have enough to even imagine staying in the dorm of a place like this.
We rode back to our tiny house mostly in silence with the occasional 'how was school' and 'did you make friends.'
When we got back I immediately went to my room and started listening to music. Today was a good day. Even though I only talked to like 3 people, one of them being my teacher, I think that it could've been way worse. Everyone seemed nice enough and I had an enjoyable time so maybe my time at Preston Academy wouldn't be so bad.
I spent the night working on some assessments that I got from algebra because my other classes didn't really give any homework out to me.
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