The Philosophy of You

Chapter 11

Today was Thursday which meant I was going to be able to stay back with Mr.Shaw. Well, technically I'd be sitting in the class where he would be teaching his after school class. But that's the same thing, right?

Anyhow, the situation at my grandparents home wasn't getting any better so I was going to go through with the plan to stay back. Also, I was almost entirely tempted to stay back to what else would happen between Shaw and I. I suppose the past few days have really brought us together, and at this point, I don't know what more could happen. 

Today was pajama day, which might be my favourite spirit day next to... well I can't think of any other that I actually look forward to. Regardless, I strutting down the hallway in my black and pink plaid onesie. Sure, I was 15 minutes late but nothing and I mean nothing was going to get to me today, because I felt indestructable in my onesie. Well, one thing could get to me, and it had a name... Daniel Shaw.

"Good morning Ava! Lovely outfit. Glad to see you're showing school spirit." He smiled at me as I stopped in front of my locker.

"Good morning to you too. Well, technically, I am showing some  spirit for more sleep." That was a terrible joke, wasn't it?

"I see, I see. Well in that case, may we sleep for an eternity." We laughed as we both carried on with our day.

I didn't know what came over me but I felt like an entirely different person whenever he was here. Definitely more outgoing too, I can't recall a day where I ever talked to anyone other than my bird with such confidence. I suppose it was a good thing, to finally get this confidence, but I was stuck on the feelings I had for him. I had my therapist session coming up soon, and I was sincerely contemplating on telling Fatima. I just knew that if I kept it to myself, I'd fall apart, and that was the last thing I needed right now especially having come so far.

I got to the art room to find everyone gone. That was odd. I can't seem to remember there being anything of importance today. I left the classroom and stood there for a second before I noticed the number of the room. It was 115, my art class was in 114. Jeez, what a rookie mistake. I quickly got to class and did my best to sneak inside but Mr.Walker noticed.

"Ava. Good to see you finally came. I was worried your painting was going to be forgotten and eventually recycled with the rest of the forgotten art."

"Right, good to see you too, Walker. I just woke up late that's all. But this one is going to be the best one yet, it's really starting to come around." You see, I've had Walker as my art teacher for 3 years now, so it was really easy to avoid trouble in his class.

I got to my class, Alisha was sitting in her usual spot and Mia was panicking over her art project. She was making clay sculptures of different fears. The one she was working on currently on the fear of dolls, hence why she was making a doll head. Alisha and I were loving it, as it was really starting to take form. But then the worst imaginable thing happened, Mia dropped it which explained why she was panicking. I gave her some tips on reforming the round shape of the doll's head. Eventually the head came around, and quite frankly, I thought it looked better than the original.

Soon enough, I was sitting in World Issues being handed our next assignment. This was our  major project for the class. We were to write an essay on a prominent issue in the world. I knew right away what I wanted to do: Animal trafficking. Of course, there were many instances where different species were nearly gone due to poaching so I made a mental note to make each paragraph on a different species. I was really excited, and was planning on working on the project as soon as I got home, even though it was due in January. 

I will admit, the day had gone by in a blur. I was constantly zoning out which made things go by faster. I knew that I wanted to tell someone, and while my first person would've been Alisha, I wasn't sure how she would take it. It wasn't everyday where your best friend confessed her growing crush for a teacher. Gosh, I wanted to just text her one day explaining why I would leave art early or why I always seemed elsewhere mentally when I was there next to her. I knew Mia would be able to help somehow, she was very realistic and chose mind over heart, which I think in this situation would've been really helpful. But that same fear was stopping me. I envied them. They didn't have this to deal with. It was a burden and a gift at the same time. While I hated the way I felt, a part of me enjoyed the constant fluttering of butterflies whenever I was around him. Sure this is going to sound really cliche, but things just got so much better when I was around him. All I had to do now, was figure out if that really was something I'd be able to live with.