For September, it was still warm out. Traces of summer evident, yet, it was graced with a hint of fall. Excited students filled the crowded campus. It was another year of blissful creativity and growth for most. Others found it as a way to get away from their parents for a bit.
Every student here had their own reason for choosing this boarding school. For some, it was that it was closer to home and more convenient. For others, maybe it was the lack of closeness and convenience that drew them in. Whatever the individual reason, every student there had came for one common reason: the arts. One of the most prestige boarding schools for the arts, in the country, had drawn highschool students from every reach and background.
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All throughout the day my mind was swimming with thoughts. My brain couldn't keep up with the nonstop thinking. Constant thinking. Everything I did consumed my with head scenarios. Thinking of what could go wrong if I did this or that. What could've went right if I hadn't made so many mistakes. I couldn't even concentrate on the piece before me, the paint being long forgotten as well as the canvas I had begun working on. All I could feel was heat. Trickles of sweat lining my forehead and I began leaning against my desk. I let out an attempt of a sigh to relieve the stress building up inside me. Just breathe. That's all I had to do. Right?
I continued trying to take calming breaths and playing everything off. Despite the dizziness I was feeling, I had reached out to my paint brush to continue my work. Dipping the brush into the soft blue paint, I felt my vision grow weaker and the paint begin to grow into a deeper shade. Now I was grasping the table with both hands, trying to still stay calm. Don't freak out. My voice was soft and my lips were chapped as I turned to the person next to me.
He was working hard on his piece, I could tell. He was tall and had flowy dark brown hair that complimented his muscular features very much. He looked so focused and peaceful that I almost didn't want to bother him. It wasn't until my legs decided to turn to jello and my brain deciding it was lights out, that I got his attention.
"Love, are you alright?" I heard a deep, yet gentle, voice ask as things appeared darker and I got drowsier.
British? Such a lovely accent for me to pass out to.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Constellations
Teen Fiction"Why are you here?" "Why aren't you letting me in?" "Can't you see? You're wasting your time." "The same way you waste yours doubting yourself? You have galaxies inside your head. Stop letting people tell you you cannot shine." In which t...
