I got to school right before the bell went. I was kind of glad about that, because I had drawing first up. That meant I had a little time to figure out what my next move will be. I couldn't avoid everyone all day.
"OK everyone. Take out your 2B, 4B and 6B pencils. I want you to draw a portrait of the person sitting next to you on your left, wait, no. That isn't going to work. Uh, you two, you two and um, you two" my teacher finished, pointing to me and the other girl on my table.
"Hi" I said to the other girl. She looked a bit odd; she has tanned-olive skin and long, straight, brunette hair with dark blonde tinges to it, up in two high buns. She wore a set of polka dotted bows in her hair as well. She wore the white school shirt and a black skirt. Her tanned legs barely showing under black and white spotted knee high socks with matching tea party gloves.
"Oh, hi. I'm Imogen Bendixen. Do you want to draw me first, or I can draw you?.. Andrea Thompson." She said, looking up from her book.
"How did you know my name?" I asked getting a little bit creeped out.
"It's written on your sketch pad" she replied, pointing to the book in front of me.
"OK. You can draw me" I said, desperate for a way out of this conversation.
After a while of watching Imogen contort her face, a lot, she finally said "OK I have completed your mouth. Talk. Tell me everything there is to know about Andrea Thompson" she smiled, she has quite a large smile, not bad, a bit cute actually.
"Well, there's nothing really to talk about" I said, trying to keep my expression straight for her drawing "and it's just Andi" I continued.
"Okay then. I'll tell you about me" she started, crossing her legs up on the bench we we're sitting on.
"I just moved to this amazing country, Australia, from dreary ol' Brighton — totally misleading name BTW —" she started, giggling at her own joke.
"Do you mean Brighton, in England?" I cut her off.
"Yeah. Hence the slight accent." I didn't really notice her accent, I thought it was just the way she talks.
"I love art and design, it's always been a dream of mine to be an artist in a gallery or design clothes for fashion shows" she kept going.
"Why did you move to Australia then? You will see much better art in England, Tokyo, America, pretty much anywhere" I asked, wanting to know more about the strange girl sitting in front of me, chewing the end of her hair.
"Now that is a question I won't answer for free. Meet me at 'The High' Sunday morning" she said as the bell went. She hopped up then dissapeared into the crowd of people rushing out of classrooms.
