Pov: Hael
"To the left and then to the right," I repeated the line from my previous sculpting class. The cold hindered my focus, in this quiet art room. This was like mother's womb, playing with paint, clay, mud. Since the first semester, I have been walking past this room when finally I got the chance to take art as a credit. Miss Philips was impressed and gave me room keys, so here I am past noon making a sculpture. Lost in my thoughts until...
"Is this sit taken?" A voice came from behind, and to my surprise, my eyes met hers. I wanted to be alone, but alone with art itself. "Yeah sure" I said, "Hi, Eleanor, first year" She took a pause and introduced herself as if she wasn't a famous newcomer. "Hael, Hael Klein".
"Are you into sculpting?" She asked me to clean her canvas. "Yeah, you?" I said, playing with mud, didn't know where my hands were guiding me. "Painting" I heard her talk more about her paintings, her favourite artist, her favourite colour, "So what is your favourite colour?" Eleanor spoke while I was in her red hair. "Red? you like red, don't you" She said while smiling, putting more red paint on her palette. "Yeah, I do like red" I didn't have a specific colour in mind until I saw her, how her red hair tangled me in its curls.
"Do you do pottering?" Another question. I never had a reason to make potter. I had all I needed. "I do," I answered after questioning myself, my sanity. Why did I say I do?.
"Would you like to join me? I don't know anybody else from art class" Shooting her shot, absolutely not. Why would she choose someone like me wearing a cap, dirty painted pants and a white shirt? "Meet me here at sharp 6, I'll teach you" Why DID I- I- I am stuttering even in my thoughts. Where can I buy some sanity, ma'am? But looking at her, I don't think she would sell anything other than insanity. Gold jewels, cat eyes, tidied back hair, white paint on her lip- Am I checking her out? Why? I turned my face to the other side. As if I hate her presence? Who can hate her?
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Knock Knock
General FictionHael: Knock knock! Eleanor: Who's there? Hael: The bet! Eleanor: The bet who?! Hael: I bet you can't wait to kiss that bet of yours again She made a bet, and now it's her turn to fall. Eleanor Gal Valentine once bet she could make Hael Klein fall in...
