BLUE

1. Art Class

I stared at the building and tightened my grip around my steering wheel. I had never been this nervous before. It was just High School, why was I so scared? But then again, this was Public High School. Every teenager's nightmare, or so I've heard. But I didn't regret my choice, I wanted this. I took a deep breath and got out of my car. I tucked my button up shirt down my black pants and began walking. I looked at my watch and realized that I was late. I cursed at myself. This could not happen, not on my first day.

I started to run and soon I was inside looking for room 34, but I couldn't find it. I could feel myself starting to panic as there was no one in the halls that I could ask for direction. I walked around the halls some more and found myself at the end of the school, but suddenly when I looked to my right, there it was, room 34.

"Art Class" it read. I ran a hand through my hair, opened the door and walked in. A room full of students was sat on tall chairs in front of canvases, and they were all staring at me. I felt more awkward than usual.

"Uhm, I'm sorry I'm late" I said and looked over at the teacher, who was a tall woman with ginger hair and the ugliest green skirt I have ever seen.

"It's alright, Blake right?" she asked and smiled at me.

I nodded and tried to focus on her instead of all the students still looking at me.

"Welcome Blake, take a seat" she said.

I was relieved when she didn't ask me to stand in front of the class, telling everyone about who I was or something. I didn't know why I thought she would do that. This was senior year of High School, not first grade.

I spotted an empty chair in the back and quickly walked over there, and as I sat down the teacher started talking again.

I was sitting in the corner of the back, so I had perfect view of everyone else in the room. I looked to my right and made eye contact with the girl sitting next to me, but as soon as our eyes met she looked away. I couldn't help but keep looking at her. She looked nothing like the other people in here.

She had turquoise-blue hair and was wearing black jeans with a lot of rips in them. She had a white t-shirt with some writing on it and black boots on. I noticed she had a tattoo on her arm, of something I couldn't quite figure out what was. She had a very dark lipstick and eyeshadow on, but the oddest thing was that she didn't look weird or scary, she looked kind of pretty.

"Alright, so I guess you can get started then" the teacher, whom I still hadn't got the name of, said. I didn't pay attention because I was caught up in this girl sitting next to me. I realized that I was probably coming off very creepy staring at her like this, so I quickly looked away.

I still managed to get the point of what we were going to do anyway. We had to paint the fruit bowl the teacher had placed on the desk.

I looked around at the students who were already painting on their canvases, and then I noticed they were all in either t-shirts or sweaters, and I was in a white button up shirt. What was I thinking?

"You're probably going to need an apron" I heard a voice say and it took me a second to realize the voice was coming from the girl next to me.

I looked at her and this time she was looking me in the eyes. Brown. Her eyes were dark brown. Her lipstick somehow matched her eyes perfectly.

"Uh, yeah. I guess you're right" I said awkwardly and got up from my chair to get one.

Because I didn't know where anything was in this room, I looked over at her about to ask where they were, but she pointed next to the teachers table and sure enough, there was a row with aprons hanging on it.

I took one and went back to my seat. The girl smiled at me and I smiled back at her. I couldn't help but wonder about her. She looked like someone who would be rude to you, but she seemed so nice. I couldn't help but feel immense curiosity towards this blue haired girl.

The class went by pretty fast. I did my best to paint the fruit bowl but to be honest it turned out pretty bad. I walked out the room and looked down at the paper with my schedule on it. My next class was math, finally something I was good at, in room 13.

I guess it was at the other end of the school. I wondered if I was I ever going to find my way around here, it seemed like a maze. I looked around the halls and of course there were students everywhere walking around, changing classes too. Maybe I should ask someone if they knew where it was.

"You know, maybe you shouldn't wear a white shirt to art class" I heard a familiar voice say. My heart started beating faster as I turned around and saw who the owner of the voice was.