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3~It's Hard To Let Go

Oh. It's Mr hazel eyes. He spoke again, "I don't want to sit with her." Mr Winter stood up, "You should sit down so I can start my lesson." Mr Winter gestured over to the table. Mr hazel eyes sat down on the other chair. "Are getting glasses?" I asked him. "What?" He replied. "I said, are you getting glasses?" "Why?" He questioned. "I think your eyesight is getting worse since you can't even notice people, I think you should sort that out. Oh and sort out your manners too while you're at it."

"I don't think you should be worrying about other people, when you're clearly having some problems of your own." He scanned me from head to toe. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He started laughing, "I'm looking at your height. You're way too small to be in our year." I sat there in shock. "Why are you judging people by their height?" He scoffed. "Everyday people judge each other. It's not something new or strange."

Mr Winter cleared his throat. "Enough chit chat. You're doing a project with your work partner, meaning the person next to you, and only that person next to you. This project should be done in pairs. It should be an art piece or pieces, depending on how much effort you want to invest on this project. However I suggest that all the students who want to get high grades on this project, do at least two, with a proper presentation that explain your art pieces. It must be insipired by Monet, and your theme should be 'A love that's not meant to be.' This project should be well presented as it should take you three months. I have high expectations for all of you. There are some laptops at the front just collect one so you can start your project."

"Sooo... you're name is?" I asked hazel eyes. "Angelo." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Have we met? That name sounds familiar." He looked at me, "No. No we haven't. So Monet. How many pictures are we using to base our project on?" I thought to myself for a bit. "Go get a laptop first." He stood up and walked to the front to get a laptop. He sat back down and logged on. "Angelo. Do you have any ideas?" He sat there in silence for a moment, "No." he said bluntly. "Okay then. Why don't you look up some Monet paintings about love and stuff and maybe we'll find one that can give us some inspiration."

We've been looking through several Monet paintings for the past 20 or so minutes and we still haven't found at least one painting that inspired us. Until we came across a painting of a woman sitting down on the grass, and gradually more paintings came up, finally giving us some inspiration.

After a while of looking though many of Monet's painting, we gathered around six paintings that stood out to us. We discussed the features of Monet's paintings and typed it up on a document, we created a draft of what techniques we planned on using and how we were going to use it. We finished typing it up and saved our work just before the bell rang for our next lesson. I walked out of the studio and made my way over to see Jhara to where we usually meet up; a tree in front of the building where the studio is, next to this pond that we have. When I got close to the tree, Jhara told me to stand still, she inspected me. She walked around me like I was some expensive artifact in a museum.

"Why are you smiling?" She asked me. I laughed,"Am I not allowed to smile now? Is it bad?" She furrowed her eyebrows, "I know you're smiling but if you see your smile right now, it's different. What happened? Did you meet a guy or something? Do you have a boyfriend already? You know you can't date until you're older. 18 to be specific." I laughed again, "How'd you know?" I said jokingly. Jhara gasped, "what do you mean 'how'd you know?' I'm like your second mother. Wait. You said how'd you know, that means you either met a boy or you got a boyfriend and you're being a rebel because you're not suppose to date until you're 18 years old. So which one is it best friend that I have known for 17 years?"

I didn't know what to say so I just laughed again, "It's none of those. You're wrong." Jhara had a striaght face, "you're laughing and smiling so much. So much that it's suspicious. Are you sure it's not any of that?" I reassured her and said,"I'm sure. I'm sure that none of those events happened. Believe me." I smiled and held her arms, "Don't worry about me." From her facial expression I can tell that she didn't believe me. "You know I can tell when you're lying. We've been best friends for 17 years, that's practically our whole lives. So just tell me. Why, is it really something that your best friend of 17 years or for your whole life shouldn't know?" I let go of her arms and looked at the tree. "Yeah." I said as the bell rang to tells us that it was time for us to make our way to class.