Bliss.

Captivated.

When I ride my bike, I get this little sense of freedom. I love the feeling of the wind rushing past me, and I feel so alive. It's like for that short amount of time, the world itself stopped turning. I feel like I'm in control for once, because I am. I ride my bike to school in the mornings, and back when I go as Bliss, not Mia. Kinda like right now. This rushing feeling I'm getting, the wind in my hair, the breeze on my face, the feeling of being out of breath. It's a special feeling. I ride as I see the glint of the  buildings and stores, and as they rush past me and disappear out of site. My feet hard and secured on the pedals as I keep going almost out of breath. The air is so fresh and cool, I keep pedaling until I finally see the bridge.

Every time I bike back to the school, I always bring a coin. They say if you throw a coin into the river, and make a wish, your wish will come true. All my life, I've come to this bridge. It means a lot to me. Me and my mom used to bike all the way here when I was younger, she told me the myth about the coin and the river. Apparently, she wished for my dad's love when they were younger. Her wish came true as, they were married and had me and Toby. It makes me happy thinking about how this river and bridge could be the reason I'm here today. I make my simple wish as always, and get back on my bike. I only have about two hours to get to school and be home. I start pedaling once again, gaining back my feeling of satisfaction and happiness. When I ride my bike, I become so, captivated.

I finally have the school in my sight. I stop my bike and drop it at the front entrance of the school, and hide it behind a bush, as I always do. This is where things get difficult. To get into the school, obviously its not easy without being noticed. I have to go around the school and act natural, people are still here for programs, extra classes, or clubs. I just need to act as if I'm one of them. I walk up the stairs with my arms by my sides and walk into the entrance of the school. We are in high school so we don't need to do much to re-enter the school. The secretary changes shifts every day so that gives me more of a chance to act less suspicious and they don't have to question me. "Hello." I say with my sweetest smile. "Hello hun. What you here for today?" She says in a sweet voice. "Art club, Mrs.Buddah." I say reassuringly with a smile. "Room 109, second floor dear."  I look to my left to head toward the stairs. "Alright, thank you, see you later." I wave off with a smile. When I reach the stairs I take a breath of relief. Gosh, its hard to not seem suspicious.

You might be thinking why I go through all of this when I could just join a actual club, well my dad, as I said, he is very strict. Education is always put first, so art, music, and other things like that are unnecessary. But, I do love art. I love sketching, its something I live for. It gives me the same feeling as when I bike. A sense of freedom. I usually pass by the room once a while to see what they are doing, of course, in pure jealousy. So thats where I'm going before I fully become Bliss. I start heading to room 108, one of my favorite rooms in the school.

When I finally see the room door, I look through the tiny window, hoping nobody would notice me. Everyone is working on a sculpture of some kind. To animals, buildings, and people. I observe everyone's sculpture carefully, careful not to make sudden movements or ill be caught. Thats when I notice him. A boy peacefully creating a sculpture, of someone, I can't exactly tell who, however. Honestly, Its amazing. He's the most noticeable one out of the whole class. Im more good with drawing and sketching. I thought I was good at making sculptures as well, but obviously I'm not as good as him. He's sitting in the seat near the window on the door I'm looking through, and directly facing me. But, he looks so, peaceful, like he really enjoys this. This boy, he looks, familiar however. I take a closer look. I begin to observe and understand. 

This dark haired, hazel eyed boy isn't a stranger. Its Kyle. Kyle Lugman. This pisses me the hell off. He has better grades then me, AND is better then me at art?! Why is THIS GUY so much better then me? I try so hard, whats so special about him? I stare so much I don't notice him suddenly look up from his sculpture. Crap. Annnnnnd, he sees me. He's just looking directly at me with a blank, confused look. I duck down, even though its way too late now.