Blending In The Surroundings

Chapter 3: The Alive party.

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 I’m planning to keep this story short. 5 chapter long maybe, because I want it to stay realistic and not cliché. What do you say about that? Hmm?

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 I won’t keep you waiting any longer!

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 Blending In The Surroundings

 Am I really ‘that’ unnoticeable to him?

Chapter 3: The Alive party.

 A number of days passed and I conclude, Mr Ner- Alexzander affects me.

 His constant ignoring annoyed the crap out of me.

 I even tried talking to him, but nothing. All I got were nods, shrugs and occasional frowns.

 THAT’S ALL.

 I believe he doesn’t know my name.

 I feel desperate.

 I do not know why.

 Argh!

 I closed my diary with a ‘thump’ sound and clicked my pen close. I don’t believe this feeling. I barely know the guy!

 I consistently stayed in the top three artists of the week, hoping he would congratulate me or at least know my name. Hell, I even deliberately dropped my pencil near him to get some attention towards me, but he just handed it back to me without even any eye contact. That day my heart sunk, my abstract painting was also disturbing.

 I felt pathetic, literally.

 And how can you be mad at a person, who doesn’t know you’re mad at him, and makes no attempt to make you feel better?

 No way.

 One day, it got too much, so I dropped it.

 No more attempts to make conversation. If nerdy Alexzander Peaks wanted to say alone, that’s what he got.

 I had made some excellent friends already. Daria was a cupcake; she couldn’t stop rambling about things. She also was an amazing painter. Sydney, another gal from Art class smiled a lot; she had these cute dimples and looked like she was nine. She wasn’t from Sydney; actually she had never been there, but her parents loved the spot and named her after it.

 Riley was good friends with me as well, he could make you laugh with his silly little jokes. He was also friends with Alexzander.

 Not that I care anymore.

 The professor entered class and lectured us about abstract painting.

 Alexzander raised his hand and asked “With all due respect sir, I don’t understand the type of abstract art where the artist throws balloon filled colours or slaps paint on the paper. Why would someone give large amounts of money to buy a painting with scribbles, blotches and lines? My little brother does that too!”

 The class burst into giggles and the professor looked a little constipated.

 This is when it actually came it me; Alexzander was fun with everybody else. He cracked jokes and went to parties, after class. He was cold only towards me.

 That day, was the sixth time Alexzander stood first in the competition. Trust me, it is difficult to ignore a person who drew so well. It was surprising how the guy was so talented, so the next day I decided to watch as he painted. By watch I mean, his painting, not him!