Up on that rooftop

Art class

Previously, we went to a park, and now here we were.

"So how did the test go?" Blue asked as he moved slightly on the swings, "You said you had one today?"

"Oh, yeah..." I looked away, "I guess it wasn't exactly an A+." I couldn't help but avoid the subject, knowing the bad grade was because of staying up late.
We sat on the swings only moving slightly.
"Did anything interesting happen in your life?" I asked instead.

"I guess," Blue thought slightly, "Someone was bullying one of my friends, so I put an anonymous note in his locker."

"Really?" I asked, "What did the note say?"

"Nothing much, but it worked." Blue shrugged it off, a strange glint in his eyes.

"Nice." I glanced towards the rest of the playground before I asked, "Are there a lot of bullies at your school?" I moved my legs slightly, making the swing move a little as wel.

The only response I got was a shrug.
There was a small silence before Blue asked, "How about we go somewhere really cool tomorrow?"

"Where?" I got curious immediately, "I mean, I'm okay with it, but where?" I moved the swing some more.

Blue looked at me with some sort of happy look, he was probably smiling, "You'll see, it's near the underground."

"Sounds sketchy." I admitted, slowing the movement of the swing slightly by putting my feet on the ground, "But I'm in."

"Awesome, maybe it's best you get home then, it's late and you can't avoid sleep forever." Blue seemed to repeat somebody else's words, but I just nodded.

"You should follow your own advise." I told him, all seriously, before I got up.

It didn't take long before me and Blue were back at the apartment building. We parted ways and as soon as my head hit the pillow on my bed I fell asleep. My last thoughts were from excitement for the next day. Or should I say night?

When I got to school the next day, I found Amber and Evelin talking all about Blue.
Anna was there as well, but I don't think she understood even half the conversation.

"I'm here now, you may stop talking behind my back." I walked up to them, hoping they'd shut up already.

"You don't look that tired today, did you actually sleep more than three hours?" Evelin asked. While adjusting her backpack.

"She only sleeps three hours a night?" Anna asked the other two in surprise, "How?"

"Einstein only had three hours of sleep a year." I reasoned with her before changing the subject, "Did we get the grades for the chemistry test back?"

"No, I think later today." Amber knew immediately.

"That guy sure doesn't hurry up the grading." Anna complained.

I didn't mind having to wait until seeing the shame of an F- or something.
That afternoon I had art classes. Anna had the same class so she sat next to me. We had an assignment to simply sketch a few objects, which was easy.

"How do you do that?" Anna asked in amazement, "It only took you like, half an hour to get that's much down!"

"Oh," I shrugged, "Practice, I guess." In truth I did this kinda thing every day and knew how to quickly sketch something instead of heaving to draw each line without knowing exactly how, which was how I started off a few years ago— am I rambling again? My point is, you've gotta practice to learn a skill, I guess.