The next morning I woke up and got ready quickly.
I wanted to get to school earlier, to see if the boy from yesterday was in the room again.It's still winter but thank goodness it's getting warmer and warmer as the days pass by.
My classes start at 8:30 a.m and by 7:55 a.m I'm already heading out my house.
I live really close to school, 5 to 7 minutes on foot. So as the clock reaches 8:03h I'm already walking to my locker.As I'm almost reaching my locker, I notice that there is no sound coming from the music classroom.
I start to feel a little bit disappointed, but soon after I open my locker, I hear a door opening and then closing.Oh sh-it, I didn't see who entered the room.
What if it was the boy from yesterday?!One minute passed and I start to hear music.
Oh oh oh I love this song!
I don't know who this guy is, but I sure do love his music.
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The rest of the week went by uneventfuly.
Every single day I went to school earlier to try to see who the musician was. But without luck.
He played everyday but I still din't know who he was, sadly.Monday morning arrives again.
Suddenly I realize that Monday isn't so bad after all.Today is the day that we get to know our partners for the "Sound gains Shape" project.
I'm really excited because I already have some ideas.
I really really love art, and this idea of combining music and painting was just genius.As I hear the bell ring, I get to my classroom and head on to my usual sit.
All of a sudden I see my teacher opening the door for Mr.Smith and his class to enter.
They stand at the front, waiting for instructions."Kids, welcome Mr.Smith and his music class! You are going to work with them during this 5 months period till the presentation . From this day on, every monday we will have a combined class. As for the rest of the week, the classes will be as normal." Miss Cole says to everyone. With her usual smile and excited voice.
"Let's get to work shall we?!" And with that she goes to Mr. Smith's side and they start to talk.
I see my classmates start to talk with their partners, but... where is mine?!
As I look around the room to see if ther is anyone standing alone, I hear a voice right in front of me."Are you Artmisa?" I hear and suddenly look up to see who is the owner of this beautiful, deap, raspy voice.
"Oh, Yeah.. You can call me Art." I said, watching him smile.
"Cool name! I'm Zach, if you didn't know." He says while sitting in front of me.
Oh man, he's so handsome. With his smooth brown hair, his deap dark green eyes, that light beard that I love to see on guys... Oh and that jawline goodness, his lips are so... so.. kissable, they look so soft and gentle.
"Haaam... are you done checking me out?!" He says with a smirk... oh god that smirk...
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HERE'S THE 2ND CHAPTER.
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