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AILAINA
The museum was beautiful, inside and out! In the morning we had a tour of the place and learned about various types of art such as sculptures and paintings. We learned about famous artists and their history and the many moods of different pieces of art. Lunch came around and it wasn't the greatest. I wasn't alone or anything, it just would've been more fun if I got to have Michael or Ashton with me. I couldn't even text Calum because my teacher was "babysitting" all of our phones.
In the afternoon we took art classes which, I guess, is pretty weird for a class of juniors to do, but it was a ton of fun. We made our own pots and vases out of clay, burned them in a kiln, and got to paint them. I didn't quite like the way mine turned out so I left it behind.
My teacher returned all of our phones back in the classroom at the end of the day. I couldn't wait to text Calum and tell him all about it.
My mom pulls up into the school parking lot and waits for me to get in. I can't drive yet. Not because I don't want to, but simply because I am in to rush to get on the road. It's not like I have anywhere to be all the time anyway. I get into the passenger seat and fasten my seatbelt.
"How was it, darling?" my mom asks, pulling out of the parking lot.
The light from my phone turning on illuminates my face. "Tiring, but a ton of fun!"
"That's good to hear."
The rest of the car ride was silent. Not an awkward one, but a comfortable silent.
I run up the stairs, into my room, throw my backpack to the ground, and plop onto my bed.
I reread Calum's text to me, "text me when u get home, I've got news"
Me: Home
Calum☻: you'll never guess what happened today
Me: World peace?
Calum☻: ha, the exact opposite
Calum☻: you know Luke Hemmings?
Me: No..... Don't tell me......
Calum☻: yep
Calum☻: he's my assigned partner for the Science Bowl this year
Calum☻: kill me.
Me: Oh Cal, I'm sorry
Calum☻: my parents aren't thrilled, and I don't blame them
Calum☻: first of all, I don't want to hang around someone who smells like smoke. gross.
Calum☻: secondly, how can someone with all those tattoos and piercings care about school? I'm screwed!
Me: You're brilliant, Cal. You'll pull it off!
Calum☻: I sure hope I can
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