As I entered art class, the aroma of paints lingered. Oh, how I love that. In the middle stood a muscular nude man that we were asked to draw (it never felt awkward drawing naked men), but that wasn’t what was in my head right now.
'How long has he liked me?' I thought, 'was he as nervous as I was whenever I catch a glimpse of him in the hallway?' Thoughts ran through my mind like a rabbit running for its life, like a cheetah chasing its prey, an eagle diving in for a bite. I wander off as I finished painting the nude guy minutes ago. I look at my canvas and a sketch of a Rabbit running, a cheetah chasing it, and an eagle flying above them, in replacement of a supposed naked man. My teacher was unknowingly standing behind me.
"That's very interesting," she says "What was your inspiration?" She asks.
"Chasing Love..." I quietly answered.
She smiled and nodded. She loves my art work, even before; she thinks that I'll be a successful painter someday. The bell rings one last time, and everyone started packing up their stuff.
Lisa, Bradley, and I went inside the car. Lisa's Mom gave me and Bradley a lift home, as usual. Mrs. Summer looked so much like Lisa!
"So Kirstie, are you going to prom?" She asks.
"Yes Mrs. Summer, just got asked out an hour and a half ago," I answered.
"That's great! Who's the lucky guy?"
I smiled, I'm the one lucky. Honestly... I'm still debating if this is just one of my really vivid dreams, or just a daydream that is happening. Whatever it is... I hope it's real.
"James Sutherland," I shyly responded.
"That cute boy you've had a crush on for years?" I nodded shyly.
"Well, I guess both you, and James is lucky".
I smile at her.
"Bradley, where is your house again?" She asks.
"It's actually just around the corner from the bakery we love to go to," Bradley answers.
We continued to talk about prom even after Bradley left.
"What do you think the theme is this year?" Lisa asks.
"Last year was amazing! Snowflakes and snow! It was like Christmas!"
"Too bad it wasn't our prom..."
Excitement rushed through me as I finally reached home. I couldn’t help singing and jumping to the cheesiest love songs . "I'm going to Prom with James Sutherland..." I giggle at the thought of me and James dancing on the dance floor.
What is this? What is this feeling? Why do I feel so uncomfortable? I feel as if I'm drowning in fear and terror. What is this?
I shrug it off; just go back to your happy place Kirstie, because I know I'll be so happy tomorrow. I'm sure of it.
Author's Note: Oh my word... I forgot to upload a new chapter yesterday, i hope you forgive me, I lost track of time, hopefuly next time, I don't get careless... I'll be posting the next one tomorrow, which for me is nearing. Share, Comment, Like, and Vote Up, because it would mean a lot to me.
