𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ˘³˘ ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

2

Kieran from the start, had always been like by his school mates. His personality can be simply be described as an extrovert that is kind and takes initiative to help people. For these obvious traits he is well known by others and has a good reputation. He mostly hangs around with his friends in the art studio and if they are away at sports practice he usually just quietly work on his art pieces. 

So when today he walked up to his uncompleted painting, he saw a sticky note on the easel that was folded and closed by a small sticker. Closely inspecting it, it had gentle pencil strokes that read, "to Kieran". He was puzzled. This was the first time someone had given him a note, usually people would just call out his name. 

He gently removed the sticker and saved it on his phone case. Opening up the note, he could already read the whole note with one glance. Kieran sharply exhaled. Someone had sent a note to complement his shoes?! He couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed, he was intrigued at what could be inside the small piece of paper but it had shattered his non existent expectation. 

Folding up the note, the black haired boy put the slip of paper in his backpack then continued to work on his art. 

Looking up, there was a beauty to the studio. It had large windows- almost ceiling to floor which you could oversee the sports field from the 5th floor. Within the room, it was large and had many drying racks and canbinates filled to the brim with various supplies. The middle of the room had a large rectangle table which the art teachers would use to organize their next class and spread around the room were groups of 4 tables used by students for group work and easels. There were warm lamps scattered around the room which helped the room be comforting which was perfect for weary artists that would flock to this room to garner strength.

The only other in the room were a boy and 2 other girls. Kieran could remember from the last meeting that these school mates were in the Art club. Looking back down, he worked like a horse. As he laid the brush filled with paint on the canvas, it slowly turned more and more into an outline of a vase of flowers. Like a scientist, the little artist carefully mixed pigments to achieve the right vibrancy of the base colour of the vase. 

Kieran paused and looked at his watch, it was almost 4:30 and his volunteer shift was about to start. The black haired artist quickly put the brushes, paints and water cups away in the cabinate, put the canvas in his designated drying rack and then finally out his chair and easel away. 

He wore his backpack and combed through his slightly long hair with his fingers  then walked out the exit.

"Bye guys, have a good evening.", Kieran would always greet the others goodbye but no one replied back.