Alex & Aviva

Chapter 2

Mama says I'll like Canada. I can admit, the country is lovely, but I still miss Holland. I want to go back home. Tomorrow I'm starting my first day at Harton High. I hope there are nice people there. Mama says everyone is kind in Canada but I can't help but think that's not completly true.

I head over to the local community centre and library. There are a lot of people here. I notice a sign in the entrace that says "Art Club downstairs! New members everday!" That sounds fun. Art has been my passion since I first picked up a pencil. I make my way down the stairs on the left of the entrance. I see tons of people using oil pastels, painting with acrylic, watercolour, and even some using wax crayons. I pick up a nice clean canvas and put it on an empty easel. I haven't really thought about what I want to paint so I pick up my brush and dip it in a soft pink. I start painting and notice someone watching me. I look to my left to see a boy around my age staring at me. He's wearing plain blue jeans with a pale sky blue V-neck t-shirt. His dirty blond hair falls into his eyes. 

"That's really good." he says pointing at my canvas.

"Uh thanks, but it's only a few pink pink brush strokes." I tell him, wondering what could possibly be so good about this.

"But I can tell you've got real talent" he replies.

I blush. "T-thank you." I tell him. "That sketch is amazing" I say hoping he doesn't hear my Dutch accent.

"Would you mind if I sketched a picture of you?" he asks.

"Uh-um sure" I force a smile. 

Before I know it, three hours have passed, and the boy's sketch of me is done. It. Is. Amazing. It looks exactly like me, but better. Like me as the most gorgeous princess on the planet.

"It's amazing. But I really should be going," I tell him. "I want you to have it." he replies. "And I also never caught your name." "Oh um thanks. My name is Aviva." I say shyly. "That's a beautiful name." he smiles at me. "Hehehehehe thanks." I blush and smile back. "I should be going" I say and turn to go. He grabs my arm.

"Wait. I'll see you here later?" he asks, his eyes sad to see me go. "O-of course." I stutter. "My name is Alex." he tells me. "Oh okay, Bye Alex" I force a smile and turn to leave. "Bye Aviva" he tosses me the rolled up drawing of me and disappears behind a book shelf.

I like him. He's nice.