The entire day is filled with getting to know my peers and being handed syllabi for my dad to sign. I sigh in relief when I walk into my art class.
The only thing that I'm actually good at is art. However, when people tell me that something I draw is good, I object. I always feel like things that I make could be so much better.
I choose a seat towards the middle; I don't want people to think I'm a goody-two-shoes by sitting in the front but I also don't want to sit in the back with all the trouble makers.
A middle aged woman with long, red hair that's pulled back into a messy bun walks into the room. She frantically looks in cupboards and boxes for something. I lean forward to try to see what she's trying to find. She eventually finds what she must've been looking for.
"Well I see that you all beat me to class. Sorry I was late. I thought I left my glasses in the bathroom but it turns out they were just on my desk." She puts her hands on her hips, looking at her desk as if it were a dog that jumped on the counter and ate her dinner.
No one speaks.
"You guys obviously aren't interested in my personal life." She laughs. "Well today is pretty laid back. You just have to do a worksheet on your personal connection to art. I know worksheets are boring but I promise the rest of the year will be much more exciting. I'm Ms. Smith by the way."
By then, I decide that she's my favorite teacher.
Ms. Smith passes out the worksheet and I fly through it. I look around and notice that I'm the first one done. I go up to her desk to turn it in.
"Um Ms. Smith?"
"Hmm?" She replies, still staring at her computer.
I extend my finished paper to her and she looks around.
"Well I'd tell you to go do some homework while you have time but, since it's the first day, I assume you don't have any...I guess you could do some errands for me. What's your name?"
"Aria."
"Ok Aria. Can you take these paints to the storage room? It's just a couple doors to the right of here."
I nod and take the paints from her then turn to leave. The four paints combined are quite heavy and they take both arms to carry. I set two of them down to open the door and then to close it. I reach down to pick up the paints. When I stand up and turn around, I bump into someone and the paints tip over, spilling most of the contents on my outfit.
"Shit, sorry." Says the person that I bumped into.
"No, it's my fault. I should've watched where I was going." I say, looking down at my paint stained clothes.
When I look up, I'm surprised to find the same piercing green eyes from the beginning of the day. A smile suddenly spreads across his face when he realizes it's me.
"Aria, do you ever go to class? I keep running into you in the hallway."
I giggle. " I could say the same to you but I think I have a bigger thing to worry about." I say, gesturing to my ruined clothes.
"Right. Listen, I have some extra clothes in my locker that I could let you wear."
I was about to decline his offer but I realize that I don't have any other clothes to change into.
"Ok, I just have to leave what's left of these paints in the storage room. I can meet you back here."
He nods and turns to run down the hallway.
"Harry?"
He swivels back on his heel and raises his eyebrows.
"Thank you."
"Anything for you, Aria."
With that, he dashes down the hall.
A/N- I'll try to make the chapters longer and more interesting than they are now. The first chapters are always the most boring to me because they're the introduction chapters. For this reason, please be patient!
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