My Only Hope

Chapter 0.6

I can't take art, I told Stella specifically that I did not want to take art. I just can't, I have to talk to Stella or the principal and get my class changed to anything else. The more these thoughts fill my head the more my body begins to shake and breathing is starting to get harder and harder. I look up to see Michael looking back at me with concern in his eyes. I try to give him a weak smile as we continue to the classroom. I just continue to follow along behind him as we make our way to the room I'd rather be miles away from.

Once we make it to the classroom Michael leads me to a big table in the back of the class and pulls a chair out for me to sit in. I give him another small smile and whisper a quiet thank you as I sit in the chair. I set all of my books down on the table and take a big swig of my coffee that's now slightly cold. I take another deep breath and reach down for pink and pat her head. She jumps up and puts her paws on my knees and rests her head on my lap in a comforting manner. I stroke her head right in between her eyes and watch as she slowly closes her eyes as she relaxes under my touch. I take the time to look around the room to see what kind of art other students have made in the past. As I look around the room I note the different rooms that branch off from the main room we're in right now. There's one room with huge glass windows to the right of me. I sit up taller to look into the room to see papers and other different forms of art supplies scattered around the room. There are a bunch of long tables that fill up the room as well. I can't see much farther into the room so I let my eyes wander to the next door that's behind me. I can't see very far into it but from what I can see there's a potter's wheel and a bunch of white stuff caking the surfaces of the counters that line the back wall, I'm assuming it's just dried on clay. I move my eyes unto the last door but I can't see into that room at all. The door is open but it looks like there's no natural light coming into the room at all and the lights are off so it just looks like a black pit of despair. I start to look around the main room to find beautifully decorated lockers along the wall to my left under the big windows that are covered in rainbow art that almost reminds me of graffiti. I let my eyes flow around the room to find more lockers next to the entrance of the room. There are five big tables taking up the centre of the room, the teacher's desk was behind our table and there are drying racks for painting in the front left corner of the room. Next to those drying racks there were three computers which I don't understand why we need computers for art class but okay. There were different paintings and drawings all over the room to decorate the dull, boring and bleak cream colored walls. I turn my head to the left to find Michael studying me with his beautiful emerald green eyes, he looks lost in thought as he continues to stare at me. I blush and look down at my lap to find pink completely asleep.

The bell goes off snapping Michael out of his trance, I was about to ask him what he was thinking of but the teacher walks and is immediately barking orders.

"Everyone pull out your sketchbooks today, we will be continuing our work on still life drawing today." She barks out as she walks to the back of the class room towards her desk. I examin her as she walks past. She looks to be about 5'6 with long light brown hair, pale complexion with bright angry blue eyes. She's wearing a white blouse with a brown sweater vest over the shirt. She has on light blue acid washed jeans that are covered in paint stains everywhere, like she would rather wipe her brushes off on her pants than using a rag. She sits down at her where she begins to type at her computer with an annoyed look on her face. I dart my eyes over to Michael to see him drawing furiously in his sketchbook. I blink and look down at the table. I'll just go to the principal tomorrow and get my schedule changed, easy that way I won't have to take art. But then i won't have all of my classes with michael, but I refuse to draw ever again and I can't exactly have it both ways so I'll just talk to the teacher today maybe try to explain the situation and then tomorrow I'll just get a different class, easy. I take a deep breath and get up from my stool causing pink to jump with a startled look on her face. I grab her leash tightly in my hand and walk towards the teachers desk shaking slightly. Once I reach the desk I take a deep breath to try and calm the anxiety that's bubbling up inside my chest.