GIRL ADDICTION

Chapter 10: Letting Her Go

~Sage~

The people at the Art club were amazingly warm. There was a short little Japanese girl, who seemed to paint landscapes from dreams. Pale shades and amazing creatures raced across her canvases. A tall moody brunette boy called Liam didn't just paint, but built small models of his creations, which littered his area, some huge ones which were up to my waist, made out of wood carving and plaster, stood guard next to his easel like guardians of his space. A Blue-haired vixen called Arla made dresses out of scrap clothes and wore dazzling things in her hair and as clothes. She specialized in fashion, but was still in the arts club as she preferred to paint her dramatic fashionistas ideas than actually went into production. And lastly there was Eric, who owned the telescope, and was also the leader, who took care of the affairs of the club.

Arla and I hit it off immediately. She knew how to play the guitar too and showed me a few tricks, and told me that yes indeed, the centre I was going to was a good one, she actually went there for her guitar lessons initially. She also loved to play with my hair and my attire while I was drawing, plucking at this, and re-pinning that, as though it made the slightest bit of difference. But I didn't mind, I found her adorable.

RoseMary was drawn to Liam like a butterfly to a flower. She fluttered around his area, poking at this, peering at that, until a long brown arm had drawn her into his space, where she became a part of his world, asked to model, then as the days turned to weeks, asked to be more than his model. His warmth, which he only shone on those he allowed within his sphere of attention, made RoseMary blossom like a flower, growing more beautiful day by day, until her inner artist blossomed too, and she started making the most beautiful pottery I'd ever seen, with roses curling around the pots in vines and thorns.

My days became blurred. Between Guitar classes and Art Club, I drifted in a pleasant breeze of the changing tide, feeling like I was getting closer and closer to becoming the person I always knew I was meant to be. My Multimedia and Design Studies took on a new appeal to me. I found it amazing, how something as simple as coding, could transform into something that people would find useful and beautiful at the same time. Everything took on a bright-light edge, so that I almost forgot entirely about how I felt for Gwen, letting it sink peacefully into another realm of acceptance.

I no longer gazed at her longingly during class or looked across at her during lecture. I found myself appreciating my friends more and more, and drifting away from that girl I used to be.

The first external change, was when Arla decided to take her Fashionista skills, and scissors, to my clothes and looks.

"That's it Sage, I'm cutting you up to pieces. I can't stand looking at you anymore~!" Arla said on Monday afternoon, soon after I had set up my things to paint.

"What? What are you talking about?" I laughed as Arla pulled out what looked more like gardening shears than scissors.

"We are giving that lovely hair of yours, a hair cut~!" Arla replied, turning around and brandishing the scissors, and a bowl to collect the hair in.

I shrugged and said whatever, and continued drawing. Arla hesitated for a moment, but as I didn't say no, she got a stool and sat behind me, and began to industriously work on my hair.

Three hours later, and a few dyes, I was sent to the bathroom to wash it all out. I washed out my hair and looked up at myself. I almost jumped back. The girl that was gazing back at me was so different~!

Arla had cut my hair such that it curled just around my cheeks, and was short and bob-like at the back. It stuck up a little in places, but overall was really super short, and furthermore, black. Like jet black, with streaks of green in it.