Chapter 11

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I delved into every word that Ms. Jennings said during the class. It made it a lot easier to cope with the fact that I was sitting next to the biggest jerk of the school. Ms. Jennings also encouraged the students to go out and find something that will inspire a person. She even gave an assignment to do which needed to be ready by tomorrow. Sketch something that you have wanted to sketch since returning to school or in my case, since first arriving here. The moment classes ended for the day, I grabbed my rug sack and headed out of the building to a spot I saw on my jog yesterday. It was the back of the school where my bedroom window over looked, but it was more of an secluded area. There was a little old fashioned bench made from brick and cement for me to sit on. I sat down and made myself comfortable, pulling out my sketch pad and sketch pencils. I wanted to sketch the dark woods I nearly entered yesterday and seeing as this place were so secluded and peaceful I knew I was going to be able to finish my art assignment here. Legs crossed on the bench, I started. Everything was going amazingly well and I was almost half way done with my sketch when I was suddenly startled by a very annoying voice with a slight Russian accent that broke my concentration completely.

"Pretty good." Dimitri said. Yes. It was him. Again. I looked up and glared at him. He was peering over my shoulder with this whole grin thing going on which just annoyed me. Everything about him annoyed me. Why was he here now? Could he not just leave me alone? I really did not want trouble. "Out of all things though. Why do you want to draw these woods?" Yeah. Even his questions annoyed me. It had absolutely nothing to do with him on why I was interested in drawing these woods. I knew the answer and reason to that and that was all that mattered. I have been intrigued by these woods ever since I arrived here so much that I wanted to sketch them. That was for me to know and not something I wanted to share.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"You don't answer my questions than I am not going to answer yours." Dimitri said.

"Fine." I said. As if I cared.

"Fine." Dimitri said. Much to my disappointment, he stepped up to the front of the bench and took a seat beside me. I was not going to allow this to deter me from what I was busy doing. I tried my best to fully concentrate on what I was doing as I kept hearing what Dimitri was doing beside me. I could hear him ruffling with his bag and pulling out things. I refused to look and find out what he was doing. I guessed that he was going to do the same thing as what I was currently doing. Sketch. Was he going to also sketch the woods? That was kind of unfair as I was busy doing that. Was he really going to copy what I was doing in an attempt to upstage me? Very quickly I felt my blood begin to boil. I tried not to let all of this bother me as I sketched. I was almost done so I was hoping to leave soon. It was then that I was distracted once more as I felt fingers in my hair. I shot my head up at once and looked up to see Dimitri pulling his fingers out of my hair. "You had something in your hair." Dimitri quickly said. I glared at him as I took a moment to brush my hair back down before I returned to my sketch without saying a word to Dimitri. I just wanted to finish now. Unfortunately Dimitri was not as willing to allow me to just finish. "What exactly is your problem with me?" Dimitri asked. "Yesterday you were so nice to me."

"Leave me alone please." I said.

"I really want to know because I did not do anything to you. I did not lead you on in any way." Dimitri continued. I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him immediately.

"Please just leave me alone!" I growled angrily. I was clearly not going to be able to finish my sketch here as peacefully as what I would like to have been allowed to. I could at least try to finish it upstairs from my bedroom. It may not be my best sketch, but it would still be a good one. I would at least have some peace. I started packing up my things at once.

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