I Am Luck (ON HOLD)

Chapter Nine

*~Chapter Nine~*

“Hello students, welcome to class,” Ms. Shultz introduced while pacing back and forth in front of the classroom. All of us made our way to our assigned seats, placing our bags quietly under the desks.

“Our assignment for today's class is quite simple,” she stopped in her tracks and turned to face us, “Half of you will grab an easel from the closet over there.” She pointed to where the closet it and walked towards it.

She opened the door up and continued to tell us her instructions, “Then, you will get with a partner. Someone you have never talked to before. You will have about fifteen seconds to do so, once I say ‘start’.”

She walked back to the front of the class, and leaned against a table in the front row, “After doing so, you will have the rest of class to create a painting. There are painting supplies all around the room, so you better move fast before they are all gone. You can paint any painting you want, as long as it is an original and school appropriate.”

A few guys stifled a laugh and Ms. Shultz gave one of the boy a knowing look, “That means you, Jon.”

The whole class seemed to laugh-- except me, who was cluelessly unaware of the inside joke.

I wonder what happened, I thought to myself as the art teacher continued.

“Lastly, once we finish the paintings, we will go around the room and look at each one. You and your partner will both have a minute at each painting. If you like the painting, you vote for it. But if you don’t like the painting, you don’t vote for it.”

“No duh.” A guy to my right mumbled under his breath. I stifled a laugh at his sarcastic retort but quickly sobered up as Ms. Shultz hastily glanced at us.

“What was that, Dax? Is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?” She asked, a lipstick-covered smirk appeared on her lips as she crossed her arms.

“No, Ms. Shultz. I have nothing to share.” Dax said, while leaning onto the table.

She cleared her throat and pushed up her glasses that were at the edge of her nose, “Okay, once everyone finished voting, we will count up all the votes. The painting with the most votes gets a prize! So, take your time-- make sure the painting looks its best!”

She then told us that half the class, which is about ten people, had to go get the easels. Many people, including me, shuffled over towards the closet to grab them.

I noticed the easels were nicely folded and stacked on top of each other in the back. Each easel already has a large white paper hung on it. A few people grabbed an easel before I got a chance to. I quickly grabbed it and walked back into the classroom, placing it in an open area. Some of the other students did the same and shortly we walked back to our seats.

Before the teacher even started talking, some students were already spotting partners to work with. But I, on the other-hand, sat there staring into space-- not knowing who to work with.

She did say to work with someone you don’t usually talk to, which should be easy because I haven't talked to anyone besides Rachel. But, it seems that everyone is already eyeing someone else-- and I am here, left in the dust.

“Okay,” Ms. Shultz started and shortly paused, “Start!”

In a matter of milliseconds, everyone was up on there feet-- rushing to reach a person to claim as an art partner. I never realized how big of a deal it is to win a prize in art class, it's probably just a pencil with a cool eraser on the top.