A light to my existence
The weather was a bit chilly that day, the cloudless sky sent it beams against the windows reflecting on Mrs. Wayn's diamond earings, or so i thought they were. Not only my body felt cold but my heart too, it was heavy almost made me sick thinking of everything that happened and what might happen next.
I looked around surreptitiously at my class mates who seemed as bored as i am, i usually love the 'Art History' class, but today thanks to the party night my dreams have thrown inside my head, i was close to screw it all and sleep on the floor. my eyes were puffy which i hate, it makes my big eyes narrow and my face chubby.
Everybody yawned at Mrs Wayn's talking about unknown Artists that didn't find their way towards fame, i lowered my gaze and started sketching on the white paper that had being sat there empty for almost two hours, every second passes the doodles start making sense.
I slid down on my seat observing my drawing, i don't quite remember how i got to love art, and i don't have anyone to relate to in my life, i mean to be honest i don't remember much about my childhood i feel like i woke up one day and all the souvenirs were erased, where i grew up! with whom! i was an orphan and that's all i know with no-one but Adelaide, Tia, Grandpa James and Uncle Luther as family, they're all i got.
I was diving into my deepest thoughts untill Mrs Wayne grabbed my attention back, i swept my eyes up to her soothing face as she talked gazing each one of us.
"to our next drawing, this was found recently by Bob Jonas" she paused looking back at the screen "what do you see in this picture?"
i raised my head up and blinked, my jaw dropped and a gasp slipped out of my lips. I felt the walls around me freezing all of the sudden, the cold breeze brush against my skin and i shivered still my eyes fixed at the drawing.
"this drawings belongs to years around 1740-1750, the artist didn't put any signal of who they might be- a woman, a man-"
"an Alien" someone said mockingly catching some chuckles from here and there not me of course they can't take anything serious which upset me sometimes.
Moving my eyes from the screen to my drawing that lied right brfore of me on my desk; looking carefully at the same big mountain that sits behind massive iron gates, the same shadow that stands in front of them that i had draw, the same small castle on top of the moutain and the trees all over it.
It can't be coincidence my mind told me not only once but over and over again.
Pressing my lips together i heard "M.S!?" a voice asked, i looked over at Brandon a red haired big boy, he was actually so big that i would look like a peanut next to him and i wasn't even that short. i looked back at the screen and there was small letters at the very end of the drawing.
"M.S!" i wondered under my breath.
"Meredith Shelly!" he yelled jokingly looking back at me, i rolled my eyes but deep down i felt that he was right as if he was telling a fact, i tried to remember if i saw that painting before but nothing i was left with a giant question mark hovering above my head.
When it was time to leave i swang my bag around my shoulder and duck out of the class feeling giddy, I reach for my phone to check it, found a missed call from Adelaide. i paused for a second lifting my head up to the sky, the autumn fading sun managed to give me some warmth even when hiding behind those grey clouds that were formed recently. i looked at my phone again and decided to call on her. but i was only stopped by seeing her leaning on her car waiting for me outside, i tossed it back into my bag and walked over to her.
