Why was that girl so rude? I never did anything to her. Or maybe I did, I'm not sure. I didn't notice I looked sad, but Kevin did.
"Hailey? You okay sis?" He asked.
"I'm-I'm fine," I replied holding my shoulders. Kevin scooted close to me, he knew something was up. The bell rang and it was time to go to art class. One of my favorites, though I wasn't in the mood.
"Je t'aime, Hailey," Kevin said as he got out of his seat and went to class. I never mentioned this, but we're French. Kevin said I love you, Hailey. That honestly sparked my day.
In art, our teacher was Mrs. Deww. I really liked her. She was really into what she was teaching and made everything really fun. Everyone was working on a mountain range painting, and most people were done.
"Okay let's take roll call. James,"
"Here,"
"And. . . Naomi,"
"Here,"
"Hailey?"
"Here," I said nervously.
"You must be Hailey Petric, the new student. Yes?"
I nodded shyly and quickly. The teacher got out of her chair and snapped her fingers. Everyone immediately got up and started getting their supplies out and starting to work on their paintings.
"Ms. Petric, we are working on mountain landscapes right now. I will have. . . Ace,"
A boy with long blonde hair down to his neck perked his head up at Mrs. Deww.
"Take her through the steps of drawing a mountain landscape." Mrs. Deww said.
"On it teach."
Mrs. Deww rolled her eyes. Ace smiled and motioned for me to come. I followed him to the back of the room and he sorted through a bunch of papers and paintbrushes.
"I'm Hailey. Ace, right?" I asked.
He nodded smiling. He was a smiling kind of guy. I watched him fiddle around until he came up with a dozen paintbrushes and a big canvas. Probably two feet tall and three feet wide.
"So, have you ever painted a mountain before?" He asked. I bit my bottom lip. He took it as a no, which he was right.
"You can practice on this piece of paper." He put a normal piece of printer paper in front of me. He didn't guide me, he said he wanted to see how I did alone and then guide me. I made some strokes, he watched me. It took about ten minutes before I finished. Here's what it looked like.
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"Wowee that's good!" Ace said. I turned red with embarrassment.
"Thanks."
"Do you happen to know Kevin Petric?" He asked putting his hands in his jean pockets.
"Yes. He's my twin brother." I said wondering why he asked.
"Lucky you. He's one of the popular kids here."
"Really? I had no Idea!" I was stunned. I knew Kevin was really nice and all, but a popular kid? That's pretty cool. Ace and I painted for a while and worked on my mountain on the canvas. When we were finished it looked pretty much the same as te one on paper, a bit more detailed because of the size and time we spent.
Finally! The end of the day. We had this thing called free time for twenty minutes at the end of the day since we have no recess to talk to our friends. I looked around the lockers for Kevin and finally found him walking alone
"Kevin! Vous ne croirez jamais à qui j'ai rencontré en classe d'art." I called out. I said You'll never believe who I met in art class.
Kevin looked at me and walked over. "Qui? Who?"
"His name was Ace."
"Oui. Ace. He was my friend in elementary school. Haven't talked to him lately."
"He helped me out in art class, he really nice!"
"That is Ace all right."
The bell screeched and everyone starting flooding out of the building. Kevin motioned for me to come and we went outside. I looked around for my mom's small red car.
"There," Kevin said.
We jumped in my mom's car and were greeted with a smile.
"Comment était ta journée? How was your day?" My mom asked.
"Good," I replied. I buckled my seatbelt in the back seat and Kevin was in the front seat. I was sitting next to Joey. He looked at me with his big blue eyes. He said a few gibberish words and grabbed my nose. He knew a few words, he knew maman, which is french for mom. The other words he knew in french included hello, mom, food, milk, and pig. I taught him the last one, so now he calls me pig, or rather, porc. The French word for pig.
"Bonjour, porc," Joey said in a high voice.
"Bonjour, Joey." I replied. "English S'il Vous plaît, Joey."
"Hel-wo piggeh."
His English was so cute to watch. We try to teach him English, but when he constantly hears us saying things in French, it's kind of hard. I let Joey play with my hand on the way home.
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Credits to some dude in the comments named Noah who invented this,
