Another Year

Drawing With Purpose

The room, half empty and half the enthusiasm as it's usually filled with. Empty desks and chairs fill the room, with only five students filling the seats. Each and every classroom had aqua painted walls that cracked and creaked, three big and rusty windows, and a computer with a projector. 
Through the window, you can see an overcast spreading out across the sky.  The wind breezes through the trees of the harlequin forest in the distance, and you can see the leaves starting to changed their color.  Its October...

If you were in the classroom across the hall, you could barely see the ocean in the distant horizon. The cold water chills the body and the seaweed afloat with the ebb and flow.  When the conditions were well, you could see the picky surfers lining up and waiting patiently for the "perfect" wave.  The fish swim freely on the sea bed, as the jellyfish are washed up on the sandbar.  The beach, where the best memories were made in the summer and the better memories were made in the waves, where some chose to leave their hearts.

Back in the classroom, the five students sat quiet and tranquil.  It was the 22nd, a Friday, the end of the weekdays, and the day that has changed the lives of many forever.  No matter how great or horrible life becomes in the future, things can change in an instant.  Many people have learned that the hard way.  People like Viktoriya know what its like to have life going one way and all of a sudden it changing its path and your destiny in an instant.  The consequences are too painful to think about sometimes.

Study hall.  Viktoriya Galiaskarova, a seventeen year old senior at Valley Hill High in Rhode Island who was a shy and quiet girl with multiple talents that she has yet to discover. 10:40pm; there is twenty minutes left of her study hall. Since the government and economics essay that's due 5th period is done and she's caught up with all of her homework, Viktoriya is full of boredom. The teacher is half asleep, the room is noiseless since none of the five talk to each other (you'd think they would considering how much they all have in common, but the don't know yet, do they?), and the rest of the students are on their phones keeping up to date on their news feed on numerous social media applications. Viktoriya's phone is low on battery, and she needs to conserve the energy in case if her mother calls her after school during soccer practice. Viktoriya was never athletic, well at least when it came to soccer, track-and-field, and swimming. She was a born surfer. It's interesting how a young adult woman from Siberia was able to pick up surfing as if it was second nature to her. Everyday in the Global classroom right across the hallway, she looks out the rusty window, into the horizon, where the ocean lies.  Daydreaming through each lecture about shredding the numerous sets of waves when conditions were well was normal for Viktoriya.

Fifteen minutes left of class, and little Viktoriya remains sitting still, and full of boredom.  A blanket sheet of paper is pulled out of her grey and white backpack, along with a sharp pencil with an unused, pink eraser.  Thinking of what to draw, Viktoriya brainstorms for the next five minutes.  Then an idea pops in her head.  She decides to draw the Newport Bay, Second Beach, with a pink sky and the sunsetting in the horizon.  No one is in the water, nor on the beach.  The perspective from the gigantic rick on shore gives the drawing a whole new meaning, a purpose.  What was the purpose?  Well, nobody knows, yet.  The future is hard to foresee, yet at many times it seems so imminent, but ends up with a different outcome, whether you like it or not.

Everything was drawn.  The sunset, the pink sky, high tide, washed up seaweed, shells sinking into the sand, a washed up horseshoe crab, white-watered waves, and a little sand dollar washed up on the rocks.

The picture was later on colored during government and economics class, while the rest of the class was watching a video about the currency around the world, which bored Viktoriya.  The only reason she took this class was because her father wanted her to get into politics and economics, since it might be useful as an alternative "in the future".  She was very interested in learning everything, as long as the teacher had a wild personality and was able to guide students to the right path, which is the exact opposite of her teacher.  The teacher is an old lady in her 50's or 60's who never really showed enthusiasm while teaching her class.  She seemed rather, pessimistic about everything.

The drawing had an emotional feel to it, because of how real it seemed to be, as if you were actually there.  Viktoriya wasn't one to brag, but she loved her drawing.  It was certainly a masterpiece.  All of her friends would admire such a work of art, but she never showed them.  Although she fell in love with it, she thought none of her friends would feel the same about it (even though that's wrong).

6th period, the last class of the day, photography class. Viktoriya was in love with photography. She'd spend hours everyday alone or with friends taking photographs of the world. She's traveled to many cities around the world, but mainly Europe, to visit art museums, visit famous monuments, etc. Her photography teacher was a young lady, probably in her mid 20's, who was so passionate about art, let alone photography.  Viktoriya and her photography teacher, Miss Darley, were very close.  She knew that her teacher would admire the picture, but little did they know what purpose it had for the world.
___________________________(1000 words bietchez xD)