I sat in the tree for about ten minutes, slowly calming myself. Suddenly I heard a twig snap. I whipped my head up and scanned the area, nothing unusual. I hopped down from the tree, and walked to my next class while wiping tears from my face. Time for my English final. This should be easy enough. I walked to my English teachers room and sat at my desk. Other students slowly trickled in, filling the desks. I was reviewing my notes when a hand pulled them from my grasp. I looked up emotionlessly, to see a young man, probably in his early twenties grinning down at me.
"Wow," he mused, "beautiful and smart." He threw what he probably thought was a sexy smirk my way, "like me." Damn it. A fuckboy. They don't leave after you say no. "So," he continued, flipping his bleach blonde hair, "What are you doing tonight?" "Work," I replied bored, while taking my notes back. "How about after?" He winked. "Studies," I scanned over my notes. "After that?" He leaned closer to me. "Chores and then sleep, so a pretty full schedule," I said pushing him away from me slightly. "Aw come on, babe," he grabbed my hand, "let's have some fun." I pulled my hand from his, wiping it on my shirt. "No," I said firmly, "I have other things to do." He moved closer again and was about to keep talking when the teacher walked in. "Take your seats, we are about to start the final!" she called. Finally. The only time I have ever been happy to hear those words. I put my notes back into my bag and grabbed a few pencils. I looked down at the packet in front of me. I sighed, writing my name on the front and began to read the first passage.
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I stared down at the back page of the test, massaging my hand. I glanced around and realized that those around me were at best, half done. I really don't want to be done first. I'll just draw on the back page while I wait for someone else to finish. It shouldn't take long. I began to draw a human outline on the back of the test. Hmm. All that practice has paid off. I smiled down at the male outline on the paper. Time to fill in clothes, face, hair and extras. I spaced out while drawing, thinking about what I would be doing the rest of the day. I only tuned back in when someone walked past me to turn in their final. I looked down at my paper to see a half finished man with slightly longer light colored hair, piercing eyes, and the beginnings of a scarf. He seems familiar. Who did I draw? It wasn't completely uncommon for me to draw people I'd seen, but I felt I knew this man better than a lost memory. I shrugged, standing up. I slipped on my bag as I placed my test on the desk. I walked out the door towards my last final of the day, art. The art final was simple, choose a medium, and make something. We are expected to use the whole two hours. Should I use a medium I know well or go with something I don't know well. Geez. I'm still really stressed out from choir. I'll use clay, then I can work out some of it. I grabbed a block of clay and box of tools from the front table. "Those working with clay or wood are working in the other studio as to not be a disruption," Ms. Silverstone murmured. "Long day?" I asked. She nodded, head dropping to the desk. "It'll be over soon," I smiled lightly. I took my stuff to the smaller studio and set up to work. I was next to the plexiglass window wall separating the two spaces, face just far enough away as to not be able to see the other students. I cut a large chunk of clay and began to work a little bit of water into in to make it more malleable. The clay quickly became a ball in my hands. What to make though. That is the question. I played with the clay in my hands as I thought over the question. My mind drifted back to the flower I had found that morning. A sunflower. Ok I'll try that. It'll be a challenge. I rolled the ball in my hands into a disk. I'll add details at the end. I spent the next hour pulling small chunks off the block and crafting petals. Scoring the side of the center so they would stay in place. The next hour was spent carving, and adding bits of clay for details. The final bell rang just as I carved my initials into one of the petals. I sighed leaning back in my chair. I heard footsteps walk up slowly behind me. "That looks great," Ms.Silverstone smiled, "Let's let it dry for a week, then we'll toss in into the kiln, ok?" "Won't you be out?" I asked, puzzled, "That's in the middle of break." "I leave the studio open during break, and I have other students work to fire also. It's no problem. Do you want to glaze it?" She replied. I nodded, "text me the date you plan to fire them and I'll do that just before hand." She smiled, "Have a nice break, you deserve it." "You too," I stretched, "and while I'd love nothing more than to go home and sleep I have work and tomorrow's finals." I stood up grabbing my things. We waved at each other as I walked out the door, heading to the bus stop.
