2nd period came and it was art class. The only subject that I really enjoyed back home in Albany High School. And the only subject that I was actually good at.
"Alright class, we're gonna finish our clay pot. For the people who already finished, feel free to help others or you can just draw or read a book." announces my art teacher, Mrs. Flynn, "Also, please welcome our new student, Shaylee Dawson."
As everyone grabs their unfinished clay pot from the cabinet in the corner of the room, she walks towards me and says, "Would you like to work on a clay pot?"
"Um, sure. Sounds fun." I said, trying to smile.
"Alright, I'll go get you some clay that's been already prepared." she says and then walks to the art closet, and disappears.
She then returns with a round ball of wet clay and a wheel. She then places the wheel on the table in front of me, and the clay on the wheel.
"Okay, see this pedal?" she says, pointing at a pedal on the ground.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"This is a kick wheel, so when you press down the pedal with your foot, the wheel will spin with the clay on it." she says.
"Oh, cool." I said.
"Here's a bowl of water to wet your hands." she says, placing a bowl of clear water next to the wheel, "Wet your hands and then start pressing down the pedal with your foot."
I did what I was told and she continued with her explanation about how to throw pots.
When she was done, she says, "Alright, so you got it?"
"I think so." I said, a bit unsure.
"I need to go back to my desk and work on the progress report grades right now. When you need help, you can ask anyone in this class to help you." she says.
"Okay, thank you." I said as she walks back to her desk.
I started working on the clay pot and the clay was slowly collapsing on my fingers.
This is hard then I expected.
"Need help?" I heard some ask behind me. I turned my head and saw a guy, smiling at me. Dark hair, brown eyes, friendly smile. Cute, tall, a bit tan skinned. Wow.
"Um yeah. I'm kinda stuck." I said, embarassed by my already screwed up clay pot.
"Okay, first, the side of the pot is getting too thin. That's what's causing the side to collapse." he says.
"Oops." I said, my face flushed red.
"Haha, that's okay." he chuckles, "Here, place your fingers on the clay. And steady your hands."
I tried to do what he said, but immediately fail.
"No, not like that. Like this." he then says. He got behind me and places his hands one mine. His arms were on either side of me and his head was right above my shoulder. My face couldn't help but to turn bright red. Oh god, hope he doesn't notice.
"Okay, now add some pressure to the clay." he says. His fingers then pushed mine against the spinning clay and his grip tightened around my hands.
"Good, like that." he compliments with a smile.
"You're a pretty good teacher." I said.
"Really? I can be pretty bad at explaining things to people." he says, letting go of his hands. He stands next to me as I focused on the pot which is starting to shape pretty nicely.
"I'm Darren Shore by the way." he says.
"I'm Shaylee Dawson. People call me Shay for short so you can call me that if you want." I said.
"Cool. I like that name. Shay." he says, smiling.
"Thanks. I like yours too." I said, smiling back at him.
"Made any new friends, yet?" he asks me.
"I guess." I replied.
"Really? Who?" he asks.
"This girl named Avery and three guys, Owen Wilde, Trevor Freeman and I think Clark was his name." I said.
"I see you met the Fletcher twins." he says.
"Twins?" I repeated.
"Yeah. Avery and Clark are twins, fraternal that is." he says.
"Oh wow, I never knew that." I said.
"I didn't either when I first met them." he says, "They're pretty cool. Avery can be a bit annoying but over all, she's cool. Clark can be shy and he's very down to earth. Owen and Clark have been best friends since they were in 2nd grade, as far as I know of. They're pretty close, even though Owen is almost the opposite of Clark. Owen's outgoing, random and can't stand still in class. That's what I heard from my Mythology teacher."
"Do you know Trevor?" I asked.
"Yup. Trevor Freeman is like every high school's average popular jock, the quarterback." he says.
"No wonder he's a football fan." I said to myself.
"When you're ever wondering about the people in this school, you can ask me to tell you all about them. Except for the freshmen and the sophmores, 'cause I barely know all of them." he says.
"Okay." I said, grinning.
As we talked some more about Orewood Academy, the students and teachers here, and other random stuff, class sadly ended. After I put away my almost finished half-decent clay pot and washed my hands, I grabbed my backpack and stood by the door, waiting for the bell to ring. Darren walks up to me and says, "So, you and I...are friends now? If you don't want us to be friends, that's fine."
"I'd love to be your friend, actually. You're a cool guy." I said.
"Great." he says as a shy smile played on his lips.
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