Rainbow of our feelings

Memories of art lessons

There always seemed to be something. Something out there, that only I could feel, something that only I was able to sense. It was a strange feeling at times, to know you are the only one in a certain place, who actually is aware of these phenomena.

You probably know those stories, in which one or even more characters have the ability to do something supernatural just like reading others minds, seeing when and under what circumstances someone will die, sensing their exact feelings, following them into their dreams or "just" knowing ones whole life story after simply seeing a picture and a corresponding name.

But none of that comes even close to this, well you may call it power or something like that, of mine. It is kind of hard to explain or describe, since I myself don't even know exactly what it is. I certainly wasn't born with it and I also don't really think I got it just by accident without any reason. My best and only friend, who actually believed this whole story and never let me down when I needed help, used to say maybe someone passed it onto me to fulfill a special task or destiny. I guess it is not completely unbelievable and crazy. Especially after living through this all, I learned to believe much more. But if I were in the place of a person, that wants me to do specific things, I would give me some tips on what that things are and not just let me be with strange powers and no clues.

So now you will most likely wonder what I'm even talking about this entire time and what this ability even is. But let's start at the beginning of this. Or at least at the moment I first recognised something was off...

'This really is making me so sleepy...'
It was Wednesday morning and that means two lessons, which equals about one and a half hours, of art also known as complete boredom. Don't get me wrong, I love art and everything creative, where you can express all your feelings, work with your fantasy and probably even make others smile when they see the finished result. But this so called "art lessons" in my school are completely useless even for beginners. They don't teach us anything like techniques, which material and medium works for what or just how to get inspiration and to work with that.

No... All we are taught there is stuff like what a primary and secondary color is, what everyone always makes wrong, but not even a single tip how to make it better or completely erase that mistake. That wouldn't be so bad and actually help us in some way if we were like in elementary school or total beginners, but we all have had like exactly the same lessons for about ten years now. And that is the point when it gets boring for even the most uncreative person in this room. And what do you do if you are in such a situation? Well, you could just draw something and pretend to listen at the same time, but let's just say I did that once and learned to never do it again. To understand that you have to know that my art style is really inspired by anime and my teacher kind of thinks that it is crap. After he saw my picture, a little neko (person with cat features like ears and a tail), he wanted to see me after class. And then he told me for hours and hours how horrible it is to even imagine a creature like that, the eyes would look so weird and unnatural in real life, that style would ruin my creativity and so on. The perfect solution for me was to leave the drawing for other lessons or at home and just sleep in art since "my creativity is spoiled anyway".

And then there was my best friend Jue. Her actual name was Judinia but she insisted on being called by her nickname since her parents only gave that name to her in honour of her grandmother, which she simply hated. It's hard to describe everything but the least you have to say is she really, really doesn't like her.
So Jue was an passionate artist just like me, with the minor difference of drawing perfectly realistic. And that made her the favourite student of our art teacher. In times he didn't talk about primary colors, he praised every tiny stroke she made on a piece of paper even if it was literally just that - a stroke. That might now sound like I was jealous of her, but seriously I wasn't. Even Jue herself said it would really go on her nerves and just tried to ignore him. Sometimes she even drew anime characters in her pictures like on a shirt, on a poster in the background or a person cosplaying just to tease our teacher, but he simply didn't talk about it or tell her after class personally that "something with that picture was a bit off" but of course it was still perfect. If that doesn't make any sense to you then don't worry, because I'm pretty sure it doesn't to anyone else either. Except him maybe, but I'm not even really sure about that.

So like I said before I spent this Wednesday morning just like every other sleeping while our teacher managed to combine two of his favourite subjects. Recently I did the 3-marker-challenge and told Jue to try it as well since I had a lot of fun doing it. But since she normally doesn't work with markers she just changed it to a 3-colored-pencil-challenge and somehow managed to get a green, an orange and a purple shade. Long story short she worked on a realistic picture only in secondary colors. And of course it was perfect. It really had been beautiful this morning when I last saw it, and I also was interested in how it looked now that she worked on it some more, but I figured it would be much more pleasing to just look at it in our lunch break and drifted back off to sleep.

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So this actually is my first ever story in English.
More particular this means I have written storys before, but this time is different since English is a foreign language for me.
I'm writing this to practice my English, since I sadly don't really seem to learn anything important at school...
So please excuse any mistakes, especially with grammar and punctuation.
I would really appreciate your help by telling me about my mistakes! ^^

Hopefully see you next time

-Lily Yana