"I'm quite sure you all have heard of George Washington, but we are just going to review everything we have learned about him this semester. Hey! i see you all already putting your heads down, i suggest otherwise because we are going to have a test at the end of the week!"
Even though Mr. Finnigan told us we would have a test kids are still snoring on. Sighing, i take out my trusty dusty cheap notebook. I tell you, this notebook is my baby. Its not a sketchbook because, like money, but it is just as good as one. Id like to call myself an artist, really. I can paint, sketch, draw, you name it and ill do it.
Im sorry, I'm probably annoying everyone with my cockiness, so let me formally introduce myself. The author never says it right, so let me say it. I must do EVERYthing around here.
My name is Elowen Palour e•lo•wen
Pal•lo•r. Yes, that is how you say it and i will not answer to anything else.
I am 18 years, and if you're smart you've probably figured out that i am a senior in this crappy high school. I have long, curly blond hair with baby blue eyes. Ha, I'm just joking. My hair is short and black. The ends have looked very jagged ever since I've let my sister cut my hair. But there are far more important matters than my jacked up hair. My eyes are really this starry grey color. Oops, i said eyes i mean orbs.
Anyways what else, I'm a pretty tall and lankygirl for my age i guess, so that doesn't really help in the boys- or anyone for that matter, department. Okay, back to my sketching. I turn to a blank page, and start my drawing of a void. A void is just an empty space, so I'm kinda just drawing this illusion into a void. I swear it takes me sooo long, almost the whole period. You see its almost the end of the period and Finnigan is still droning on. I turn to Abby and yell at the top of my lungs: "HEY ABBY, WANNA GET SOME MCDONALDS AFTER SCHOOL?"
The kids around me look wearily, and the ones that have known me for a long time just roll their eyes. I guess you could say that i was well liked among my classmates. Unfortunately Finnigan heard me too. "Miss Palour, I'm going to have to ask you to leave my classroom at once! You are not welcome here any longer!" I tried so hard to keep a serious face on, i bit my cheek and everything.. This is the fourth time he has told me this in the week. Let me just say I'm used to this kind of trouble.
I walk down the long hallways and go to my locker. Earlier i shoved my unfinished void into my locker, but i grabbed it now so i could finish when i got home. Getting the rest of my stuff i walk out the school doors, and immediately the humidity in the air surrounds my face. Its slightly sprinkling."Arrrggghhhh" I just remembered i don't even have a phone! As if on cue, the sky rumbles and warm rain falls down on me. So, with my now sogged shoes i trudge home.
