𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ━ girl meets world²

9│FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT ( TO CREATE )

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❛ ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ʟᴀᴄᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ғɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ
ʀɪɢʜᴛ ( ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ) ꒱


❝ DON'T BLAME ME IF
THIS TURNS INTO
SOME TEEN DRAMA
LOVE TRIANGLE  SITUATION ❞

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Music and books had never been as important to Miya as they had been to her mother. Sure, Juliet had passed her Walkman and tapes onto her daughter, but the Asian girl didn't use them nearly as much as Juliet had. For one thing, they had cellphones now that could carry two or three times as many songs as a couple tapes could. For another, Miya liked to be aware of her surroundings rather than drown them out— it meant she was caught off-guard less when the mean girls at school were bored.

But, that wasn't to say that she didn't like music at all. In fact, she had become quite the proficient piano player and often accompanied her mom as she played the violin. Her earliest memories involved Juliet playing a lullaby on her instrument to send her off on a nap. Playing the piano also helped with her dyslexia, since it was practice for her eyes to focus on the page without jumbling the symbols up— for some reason, notes stayed on the staff better than words did in a line.

While she was less invested in the rest of the arts, she still enjoyed them from time to time. After all, they were required choose two electives each year for their schedule and there was no way she was picking theater or— heaven forbid— sports. That lead her decision to be music and art, the latter she had with all her friends while the former she only had with Farkle (he'd picked it so she wouldn't have a class alone.)

Miya would call herself a mediocre artist at best. She didn't only paint purple cats like Riley, but she had nowhere near Maya's skill level. Most of the time, the things she tried to create came out looking vaguely how she intended, and she called that a win. She was happy to have one skill she excelled in and didn't find it necessary to strive to be a savant of the arts. That meant, between the members of her friend group, they all had one area of school that they could claim as their own without overshadowing anyone else.

It was currently Maya's turn as they were in their afternoon art class. Miya sat next to Farkle as they were the unofficial pair (with Lucas and Zay and Maya and Riley being the other desk-mates.) She remained as acutely aware of her best friend as she had ever since his transformation a few weeks ago. She couldn't stop admiring his newfound confidence— not that he hadn't been confident before, but it was. . . different now— or noticing the little spark she felt whenever his skin accidentally brushed against hers. Particularly now as their seats in art class put them even closer together than usual since it wasn't the normal rows of desks set up. Miya kept her eyes firmly on her paper as she attempted the light and shadow they were supposed to be working on. She envied Maya and Riley, who had no qualms with how close they were.

"I'm better than you now," the brunette boasted, her arms covered in purple paint up to her elbows. "I am Riley, the artist, and you are Maya, the artist's best friend."

Ms. Kossal paced around the room as she observed her class, stopping by her— arguably favorite— student's desk. She admired the blonde's painting with a tilt of her head. "Thank you for working on light and shadow, Maya."

"Yeah, I look around outside now," the Hart answered. "I watch the light move during the day. Thanks for teaching me that, Ms. Kossal." When her teacher lingered nearby, she looked up at the older woman in concern. "Hey. Are you okay?"

"I get emotional when I'm around talent," she explained. Reluctantly, she moved on to the next painting and sighed. "And now I'm fine. What did I tell you about only using purple?"