Gabbie's POV
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,,There's been good reviews about it and everything! This could be my first step towards developing as an artist, mom!'' - I pleaded desperately.
,,Let me make one thing clear. I am and will NOT be paying for any sort of classes that you may or may not be interested in. Your interests change like the tides of the ocean. This is also one of the few opportunities for you to experience the real world, what we adults must deal with on a daily basis. Being an adult means that you must pay taxes which in your case would include these art lessons.'' - she exclaimed with a wide smirk on her face. I sighed quietly to express that I had accepted defeat. Which of course, I had not. I was so convinced that something as simple as these art classes could change my life in an instant that I couldn't just give up there. With the optimistic mindset that my parents would suddenly see to eye to eye with me if I could attend but a singular lesson that would showcase that these art classes did indeed bear fruit, I reached out for help to my dear friend Nelly. Long story short, I begged him for money through text messages. I had to shoot my shot as quickly as possible, and he was a kind soul. I received his answer shortly after and could hardly contain my overwhelming joy. Thinking back at it, my mom was probably quite concerned when we sat at the dinner table considering she had cut me off brutally, yet I was staring at her for the rest of the night with a wide smile on my face.
Looking at the ,,school'' side of things, the following week was, simply put, a nuisance. I had casually forgotten that I had 3 overdue essays waiting to be handed in by yours truly. Seeing as I am such a responsible person, I decided to not pay attention to the past and keep moving forward. Therefore, I didn't write a single one of them. A sensible adult would focus on the future! I was envisioning this future of mine from an artistic perspective. Coincidentally the one art lesson I had been given the opportunity to attend, which was of course earned by my hard work, was about to start in just a few minutes. And there I was, at home, playing video games. Thankfully one of my other dear friends had been informed by fate that I would be running late for, you know, my purpose in life. The loud noise of my favorite song called ,,Dad Battle'' which I had set as my ringtone managed to avert my eyes from the computer to see my phone's display light up with the words: ,,Eliza Brown is calling you.'' Since I was lowkey getting destroyed in my competitive game, thanks to which I had already lost my mind, I decided that social interaction wouldn't be a bad idea. I swiftly pressed the F5 button to help encourage my teammates in their hope to surrender and picked up the phone.
,,I figured that you might want company while you're heading to the place where the art classes are held so here I am, reporting from duty.'' - she said with a gentle tone. Despite the fact that my reaction timing isn't the greatest, it took me no more than 0.69 seconds to realize what an absolute loser I am. I was literally about to miss my only chance to become an artist. Okay I might be exaggerating but that is beside the point. I ran over to the hallway and put my shoes on as I told Eliza: ,,I'm an idiot'' and hung up. Again, looking back at it now, it's pretty funny to think that she actually got the memo since she didn't call me back after. I sprinted out of my apartment which was unfortunately on the 7th god damn floor to realize that I'd forgotten my coat and it was freezing outside. Since I didn't feel like running all the way back up these seven floors, I ultimately decided that jogging would warm me up anyway and convinced myself I didn't need it. In times like these when I'm reminded I have short legs, I am extremely happy that I at least have decent stamina. It took me no more than 10 minutes to get to an aesthetically pleasing building colored like a rainbow, on the first floor of which, my art classes were probably already taking place in that very moment. I took the risk of looking like a complete idiot, which to be honest would have most likely happened in every scenario, and slammed the door open without knocking or anything. A few disturbed faces, most of which were girls' proceeded to look at me from the other side of the now open door, in a manner, that was most definitely judging my manners. I looked around searching for a womanly figure that would resemble a teacher, which I luckily did not find. The teacher was late. I celebrated audibly with a loud ,,YES'' which most definitely ruined any of my potential chances for a friendship with any of the people sitting in front of me. Not that such a chance existed anyway. My brain then took in all the information of what had just happened. I had rushed in a room, completely unhinged, sweaty, wearing my dark blue shorts and my pitch black shoes along with my plain white shirt which had ,,NEBULA'' written in capital letters in a purple shade resembling lilac. In this very room, there were multiple human beings that were my age, staring directly into my soul, since I had informed them of my arrival with a loud and proud y e s. This is the first art class that I was ever attending. This is their first impression of me. At that moment my mind went: ,,Oh, no... I hope they don't think I'm some weird astrology girl because of the shirt.'' I brushed these thoughts off and decided to awkwardly sit next to an individual, which seemed to be in shock, and pretend like nothing happened. It was a female. In any other circumstances I would have probably greeted her despite being an anti-social teenager with no self-esteem, but I was too busy reflecting on the fact that I had just made a complete fool of myself for no reason. My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of high heels behind me. I turned around to see the ,,teacher figure'' in question. Taking her stunning looks into account I was relatively glad that I hadn't embarrassed myself in front of her instead. Her dirty blonde hair was a great fit for her charming blue eyes which on the further inspection appeared to be on the brink between blue and green. At first I found it weird that she had decided to have her hair down but it ended up somehow complimenting her steel grey suit jacket which was paired with her pale-black jeans. I wouldn't say that I had ever felt the urge to be stepped on but taking a look at her onyx black heels did make me consider that. She apologized for being late as she closed the door behind her, which I had rashly left open, and took a seat in the comfy-looking chair located in the middle of the room. I didn't pay much attention to the room layout when I barged in, but the chairs were organized in the form of a circle and each one had a canvas in front of them except for the center-position, where the teacher was sitting at.
