Idina Jennings has finally found a true home in New York City. But the second semester of eighth grade proves to be challenging. A new year brings new problems. Will Farkle and Idina make it to graduation? What happens when old secrets rise? Will Id...
I'm the musician of our group, that's just how it is. Maya has a beautiful singing voice, yeah, but she prefers art. And Riley, well, she's just amazing at being herself, I've never met anyone like her, that's her talent.
I was fooling around with a melody on the piano during class when Maya walked over to me and sat by my side.
"Any instrument you touch you make magic with," she sighed dramatically, "If only I could do that."
"You have your art, I could never be as good as you," I point out. Mr. Lionel, our music teacher, comes up to me.
"Great melody you were working on Idina," he smiles, "Keep it up. I expect great things from you, great things."
ART CLASS
I sit at my desk, sketching. Art is my second favorite class next to music. Here I use visuals, there I use sounds. My favorite time of all is when I mold them together to form a cohesive collection. Bringing different mediums together are fun and unique works most will say. I just call it a daily activity. Ms. Kossal, our art teacher, looks over my shoulder to see how I'm doing with my work.
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"Great job Idina, I love your symbolism portrayed through the most simple, but strikingly beautiful things as an eye and rose."
"Yeah, the eye is for seeing new life in everything, the rose is for blooming, and blooming is growth," she nods happily at my response, then moves down the line to Maya.
"Thank you for working on light and shadow, Maya."
"Yeah, I look around outside now. I watch the light move during the day. Thanks for teaching me that, Ms. Kossal," our teacher is taken aback by her response.
"I get emotional when I'm around talent," she says with a smile, before moving to Riley's desk and frowning as Riley brightly grins obliviously, "And now I'm fine. What did I tell you about only using purple?"
"Are we gonna do this again?"
"Why is everything purple?"
"Because you hide the purple from me and I find it!"
"Are you finger painting?"
"I believe you favor Maya over me.
"Oh, yeah? Well, let's explore that. Let's see if I have unfairly judged you. Today's assignment was the doorways of New York. You were asked to specifically focus on unique doorknobs and paint it from memory. You painted a cat!"
"It's a door."
"It's a cat."
"The whole thing's a door," she pretends to move her painting like she's opening a door, "Anybody home? Okay, I'll come back later. Don't let the cat out."
"Maya has something very special, Riley. She paints from a place that few of us are able to reach. And, Idina paints from a place of representation that few people are able to find the true meaning behind."
