The Glimmer of a Blade

Chapter 5

the weekend went by in a blur since the day christopher had spoken to me.

all matters felt minor from the memory of him; his calm, caring voice, his soft eyes, warm hug and every other aspect of him which i had studied in the short period of time he spoke to me. everything about his appearance was perfect, if only i knew more about who he really was.

it was time to go back; monday had come back around.

i felt so anxious, yet so excited to see him again.

i sat in my usual spot, awaiting his arrival. minutes felt like hours as i waited for him to show up. thoughts of him floated around my head as i sat impatiently until finally, the door opened. i sat higher in my seat and my heart began to beat faster. the door revealed a foot, then a leg, then a dress...

a dress?

after a second of processing the image i realised it was miss cook walking through the door.

she had yet another attention-grabbing dress on. she must have hundreds of these. when she wore a dress, she flaunted it.

miss's dress today was bright red. her breasts looked slightly enlarged, yet covered with the darker red lace around her chest.

her dress had a black strip of silk around her stomach, emphasizing her perfect curves. she had light makeup on which made her eyes stand out and her skin looked flawless.

her light pink lipstick made her lips look perfectly kissable - teresa. stop. you need to get over her, she's your teacher.

"teresa, look to your right," sammy said, pointing over my shoulder.

i looked in the direction of where she was pointing and saw an angel. christopher had finally arrived to class. he looked perfect. he looked up to see me looking at him, then he smiled and i quickly turned around in my seat.

i sat in my chair blushing like crazy. my cheeks went from a pale, pastey colour, to a fire burning red.

i fiddled with my pencil anxiously as miss was explaining what we were doing for the lesson. i felt so uneasy near christopher, but i liked it.

"okay, is everyone ready? pick a partner," miss cook directed the class.

everyone in the room immediately paired up, leaving me in my seat. i sat in place for a moment, then the angel sat in front of me.

"hey, you ready?" he asked me.

"i guess so," was all i could say, blushing still.

Christopher set up his easel and began to paint. unable to see what he was doing i painted too. i looked around the room at other students' paintings of their partners. they all looked just like them so far.

i continiued painting, i used reds, pinks and purples, mine was deffinately different. the colour patches merged together to make what looked like a human face.

i then used black as a background and a bucket load of white and yellow to make rays of light from behind the figure.

i added features to the smudge's face to make it look more human.

i looked over my easel and studied Christophers hair. he had a small lock of hair out of place, and i painted it on my canvas. the image started to look more and more like the angel. he looked so innocent in my painting. colourful, but innocent.

"is everyone done?" miss cook called out to the class just as i had finished shading my portrait.

"turn your works around and show your partner,"

i turned my picture around and Christopher followed suit.

was this supposed to be me? it certainly didnt look like me, she was perfect. she had my eyes, but nothing else really made me see myself. the girls hair was black like mine, but it was shiney and perfect, my hair was messy.

below the image the title of the image read "perfection". that settled it. this was deffinately not me.

"what is the title of this?" christopher asked drawing my attention from my thoughts and my eyes from his perfectly-painted image.

"angel." i replied.

"i like it. you are deffinately a good artist. deffinately original too."

"thanks, i guess," i awkwardly replied flipping my painting back around.

"can i keep your portrait of me? i promise it will have a good home." christopher asked running a hand through his hair, smirking at me.

"sure."

"oh, and are you busy wednesday?" he asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"im never busy. other than comming here."

"good. after class im taking you somewhere."

all i could reply was "sure".