*Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update! I've been busy the past few days(:*
Finding my next class was much easier than the first, I even managed to get my locker open on the first try. Walking into the class I’m completely shocked at how big this room is. In California the art room was small and didn’t have many supplies due to low budgets, but we worked with what we had. I was always the art teacher’s favorite student. At least, I think I was. I loved art and I had to say that I was actually pretty good. I love to draw people the most. Anyways, this room was awesome. Paintbrushes and unfinished projects lined the room. Blank canvases leaned against the white walls. For an art room the walls were surprisingly clean. Art littered the room, and I absolutely loved it. I walked slowly through the classroom and towards the teacher who was talking to another student. My movements were slow, I was afraid I might break something because I was too busy being awed by this amazing room.
I waited until the teacher was done talking to the other student then I slowly made my way over to him.
“Hello.” I said in a quiet tone still looking at all the beautiful art work around the room.
“Hello! What’s your name? I’m Mrs. Carter.” Mrs. Carter said in a happy tone. She put her hand out for me to shake.
“I’m Cassandra but you can call me Cass if you want.” I said with a smile as I shook her hand.
“You’ll be sitting by Zayn, should I go over some basic class rules and what we’re currently working on?” She said pointing to a kid in the back. He had black hair and a bright blonde streak running up his perfectly styled hair.
“Yes, please.” I say still looking at Zayn while he was intently working on a project, it looked like a painting. She started talking about the rules which I heard a few of, just the basic rules that every class has; no chewing gum, no phones, be respectful, etc. Then she started going on about the project and I got lost, I was still watching Zayn. Luckily I don’t think he noticed me, he was too focused of his piece of art. A minute or two passed and I was still watching him, I sound like a complete stalker but I was mesmerized by him.
“Do you understand?” Mrs. Carter says and I snap back to reality.
“Oh, yeah.” I say quickly then walk over to my seat. I look at what Zayn is painting and see that it’s a microphone with a splash under it and the top of the microphone fades out into birds, very creative. He still hadn’t noticed me so I cleared my throat which made him look up from his canvas.
“Hello.” He says with a smooth accent, now that I have a better view of his face I can see that he has dark brown eyes and his facial structure is perfect. It should be illegal for someone to be this handsome.
“Hi,” I say in a quiet tone, still looking into his eyes. “What are we working on? I zoned out when Mrs. Carter was talking to me.” I say louder this time as I glance over at my binder, breaking our long stare.
“We’re supposed to make a piece of art that describes who we are. You can use any materials you want and take as long as you want. We’re free to do whatever we want on this one.” He says with a slight chuckle.
“So what does your painting mean?” I ask motioning to the piece of art in front of him. It’s about half done and there is a rough sketch with pencil on the parts he hasn’t finished.
“I love to sing. The birds mean that music helps you fly, it can take you places you’ve never been before. Someday I’d love to travel the world and sing in the biggest arenas and have sold out concerts. I’m sure it’ll never happen but I’ll keep chasing my dreams till the day I die. And the splash at the bottom is just for fun.” He says with a shy smile as he looks away.
“That’s really cool.” I say with a big smile. He looks over and gives me a bright smile.
“So, what are you going to do?” He asks and I have to think of it for a minute. I look around and see people with colorful and abstract works of art and I get an idea.
“Does it have to be logical or something that holds a deep meaning?” He shakes his head no and I get a bright smile on my face. “I was thinking of a beautiful beach sunset with a Taco Bell in the distance and some guitars scattered around and maybe some animals along the beach!” I say happily and I can just imagine it in my mind.
“That sounds interesting.” Zayn says with a laugh. He probably thinks I’m crazy but it’s everything that I love in one picture; the California sunset, animals, Taco Bell, and guitars.
“It’ll be amazing as long as you can pull it off. You’ve got some great ideas but the key is to make sure that it doesn’t look like a catastrophe.” He says with a smile.
“Well then let’s hope I can make it look good.” I say then give him a slight wink.
“What medium a do you plan to use for this beautiful disaster?” He asks me and I think for a minute. I know I want to use either acrylic paint or colored pencils. I love acrylic paint but I’m really good with colored pencils, but with colored pencils if you go out of the lines the whole thing is ruined and with acrylic paints if you mess up you can cover it with the other paints. Eventually I decide to use the acrylic paint because it’s just easier.
“Acrylic paint, I think it’s the best choice for this project.” I say with a small smile.
“Well, let me show you to the canvases then.” Zayn says as he gets up from his chair and holds out a hand for me. I grab his hand and stand up from the chair then follow Zayn to a large cabinet in the back of the room. As we walk I look at all the other student’s unfinished pieces of art. Every piece tells a different story, it’s amazing. “Here we are!” Zayn says as he opens the cabinet. I look at all the different sizes of canvases to choose from and finally grab a large canvas and we head back to our seats.
I set the canvas down on an easel and then grab my binder and pull a pencil out of it. I start by drawing a simple outline of a palm tree and then add more detail. I then start with the most complicated part; the sunset and beach. I draw a small part of the sun, just visible over the horizon and then start on the small waves in the ocean and the sand lining the beach. By the time I finish the ocean the bell rings; indicating it’s time for the next class. I pack up my things and when I look back I see that my canvas is gone. Next thing I know, Zayn is right next to me.
“I put your drawing away for you.” He says shyly.
“Thank you.” I say happily. “What class do you have next?” I ask him hoping we have the same class.
“Science, what do you have?” He asks while we walk down the hall together.
“I have Science too.” I say happily. We walk to class together and talk about random things, mainly art. We walk in the class right as the bell rings because we were too busy talking to each other to pay attention to the time. When we walk in the class we’re both laughing and the teacher gives us a cold stare.
“Hello. Zayn, you’re late.” She says to Zayn. He gives a light chuckle and shakes his head then heads over to his seat.
“And I assume you’re the new girl?” The teacher then turns to me and I just nod my head in response. “Sit over there.” She says pointing to a seat in the back of the room. I give a small smile and then walk over to the empty seat in the very back. Well, I can tell I’m not going to like this class. The teacher starts talking about some boring assignment that I should probably be paying attention too but I can’t stay focused. I eventually enter my own world of day dreams; something I do way too often.
