A night to remember

Chapter 3 Art

They walked down the corridor when suddenly they heard a loud voice shout,

"Miss Leia Collins come here" she looked around to see where the voice was coming from, she saw the face that matched the voice. It was Mr Simpson the behaviour manager,the scariest teacher in school. She slowly walked towards him scared."look at the length of that skirt!" He said. She looked down at her skirt it was only just above her knee well...a lot above her knee! She then looked back up at Mr Simpson "Well... what are you going to do about it?" He asked "errrrm I'm going to roll it down!"(they all roll their skirts up as to begin with they are really long)"well done ,now roll it down and head off to your next lessons"

So off they went to their next lesson which was art. This was leia's favourite lesson as she was good at drawing and painting.They walked into the art room quietly as they were all late because of Leia getting stopped by Mr Simpson. Thankfully no one noticed as the teacher was out getting extra paintbrushes and all the class were just talking. So they just went to their places,sat down and talked like they had been their the whole time,the door flung open as Miss Barker waddled in with her hands full of paintbrushes and paint. Geeky Gemma went to help her as she looked like she was struggling. She took some paints off her and put them carefully down on the table because she didn't want to spill them on her jumper. Once all that was over and done with, they pulled their aprons out of their designer bags and tied them around themselves. They had to paint a picture of a fun scene to be entered into a school competition,all their year was doing it and whoever won got a big prize. Beth started painting the seaside with boats on the calm sea,people riding donkeys and people having yummy ice creams. Rebecca was going to paint the fun fair with the carousel,huck a duck and a ballon stand with loads of balloons. But Leia couldn't think of anything to paint. She was racking her brain for ideas but just couldn't think of a single thing. She finally decided to paint the school prom,with all the lovely dresses,the banners,the food,balloons everything. She couldn't wait for her prom it was going to be hopefully the best night of her life. The prom was only a month away and she has still hasn't not got her dress,made appointments for her beauty treatments or most importantly... Found the perfect date to go with. What if she couldn't find anyone and she was dancing on her own all night that would be heart breaking. Fifteen minutes later after the stopped daydreaming, she carried on doing her painting. What if she won? She would be the best painter in her year,that would be something to be proud of,and what about that big prize...she wanted to know about it so badly she could burst with excitement. But she wasn't getting her hopes up just in case she didn't win. After painting all the final details like the writing on the balloons and the decorations for the big cake she had finished. "Ladies and gentlemen" she heard "your hour to create your masterpiece is over,please step away from your paintbrushes and go wash them up." Said Miss Barker. They all stepped away from the tables and put their paintings on the drying rack. Then all the classmates crowded round the one sink,some just threw their paintbrushes in the sink,some left them on the side,but some were nice and mature and actually washed them up. After the ten minutes washing everybody's brushes it was time for break. They headed out the door and to their special place in the p.e block where they always stay at break. Then it was on to their next lesson... The dreaded maths.

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