Secret Powers

Chapter 3 - Small Mishaps

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The entire day goes by in a blur, as I finally walk to ninth hour.

Art.

Now, I know what you're thinking, "ARE YOU FREAKING CRAZY YOU CAN CREATE MAGICAL DRAWINGS THAT COULD POSSIBLY BECOME EVIL WHEN IN A BAD MOOD!"

Duh. This is my everyday life people, just chillax for two seconds, m'kay?

I forged a note years ago in my dad's handwriting saying that I have "anxiety issues and was not able to create any form of art without having a panic attack thinking, God forbid, anyone sees it."

Pretty smooth, am I right?

Anyway, that's another reason why some people hate me. I get to skip "the most boring class everrrr." To be honest, I love to draw but have to be careful, for obvious reasons.

"Hello Ms. Caralaghn. Early as always," Mrs. Heppell smiled.

"Pleasure as always, Mrs. Heppell." I returned her warm smile.

Taking my usual seat, I took out my assignment notebook. A.K.A. my sketchbook that looks like an assignment notebook. (I may do a little scrapbooking in my free time.)
I began to doodle harmless things. Still life objects that made no sounds, or smells. (Yes, my drawing can smell too. Such as a cut open pineapple, or flowers.) The scene of an African savannah slowly began to take place on my page, as the class filed in.

"Dylan Demetria Caralaghn! What on earth do you think you're doing?!"

I jumped from my seat and slammed the notebook shut. There, holding onto the table for dear life, was Brayden. Laughing his head off.

"Ohmigod, your face!" he laughed.

"What the hell?! You scared me half to death, frickin' jerk wad!" I then proceeded to punch him in the arm.

"Ouch! What was that for?" he whined.

I shot him my death glare and rolled my eyes.

"Okay, fine. I totally deserved that. I'm sorry I scared you." He sat down next to me.

I opened my notebook again with a huff and ignored his apology.

"Whatcha drawing anyway?" he whispered so nobody would know that I was actually creating pictures on paper.

He leaned over my shoulder and we both watched as the grass slowly began to move the single tree's leaves whisked around in the wind.

"Bring your colored pencils to my house tonight, okay? I miss seeing the colors in action too." He secretly moved away, making sure no one saw the small act of attention on my notebook.
I gave him a thumbs up and continued to doodle. We sat in the back of the room so only him and I could see the drawings. I started to draw details in my drawing and soon the bell had rang and Mrs. Heppell was done speaking about today's in-class assignment.

Everyone was supposed to draw their favorite animal. As detailed as possible.

My eyes began to wander around the room as I looked around the circle too find out what animals were being drawn. As far as I could see, there was a dolphin, a turtle, a bunny, a very abstract looking shark, etc.

I was thinking about my favorite, an elephant, when all of a sudden, a loud trumpeting noise filled the room.

Everyone stopped. Pencils were stilled. The air quiet.

Everyone just looked around the room trying to figure out where the sound had come from.
While I, looked down and found the source.

A small, baby elephant was waving his trunk at me. It looked as if he were smiling. He grabbed a fruit off the tree, and put it in his mouth.

Mesmerized by his gracefulness, he once again trumpeted for my attention.

This time everyone looked at the back of the room.

Brayden looked at my paper while I, for some reason, was not able to take my eyes off of the paper.

I couldn't move and I knew I should've just shut my book, but I physically couldn't.

"What is that?" Mrs. Heppell said from her desk.

Brayden began violently digging through his backpack.

"Oh, um, haha. Sorry, Mrs. Heppell, I forgot to turn off my phone. It's just a text from my mom." Brayden, once again, came to my rescue. While I just stared at my page like an idiot.

Move! You have to shut the page! I yelled to myself.

But mommy, I wanna play.

What in the world?

"Well, turn it off. You know there's no cell phones in school hours!" Mrs. Heppell said firmly.

"Yes, of course. It won't happen again." Brayden flashed his perfect, happy-go-lucky smile. And put his phone back.

Mommy can I have some mangos?

Brayden shut my notebook quickly, but quietly.

"Dylan? Dylan, are you ok?" he whispered.

"He talked."

"What?"

"My elephant. He talked."

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CLIFF HANGER!!!

Just an FYI, her last name is pronounced (kair•a•lain).

Tell me your thoughts about the elephant?
Drawing of it is posted.

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