okay, art freaks

no. 1; we need spraypaint

i watched the my friends sketch their role models in their notebooks. in fact, four of the six people at our table were sketching; kind of like a mini project for themselves, or maybe it was part of something bigger. we hadn't found that out yet. bradley's brow was furrowed, his black hair shaking as he switched the angles of his head. i adjusted mine to see who he was drawing.

neil armstrong in the astronaut suit.

"that's pretty badass," i remarked. "if this art thing doesn't work out, you could be an aeronautic engineer." he stopped moving his pencil and looked up, smiling and showing his perfect teeth.

"the art thing will work out." i smirked. it's senior year, and we all had a good idea of what we wanted our future to be like. bradley wants to do graphic designing, and most of our group wants to go to art schools. "and armstrong wasn't even an aeronautic engineer." i shrugged and bradley had that glint in his green eyes whenever he was inspired.

"why the hell would bradley want to be an aeronautic engineer?" josh asked. "he probably can't even spell aeronautic." we all chuckled apart from bradley, who sighed and went back to his paper.

"why'd you draw neil armstrong in the first place?" sadie asked.

he looked back up and put his pencil down and rested his hand on his hand, showing the streak of lead on his arm. "because he was the first guy on the moon," he explained. "he showed the american spirit. and the space race interests me." sadie nodded, interested in what he was saying.

"he probably had something to do with the engineering though." josh prodded. i elbowed him in his rib cage, him chucking as i did so.

"why'd you draw rosie the riveter?" isaac said, poking his head out from beside me to look diagonally across the table.

"she was an inspiration to women in world war II. she was essentially representing all the women who worked in factories and shipyards, and ones who helped out with making weapons, and i think that's pretty damn cool." i looked over at sadie's paper and she did in fact draw rosie the riveter, but without the comical aspect. it was a portrait of a woman who looked like rosie standing with her hands in her pockets, looking at the viewer as if she were challenging them.

"you're right," marley said. "it is pretty damn cool." we all nodded, smiling at each other. this was how we spent our study hall. our whole group sat outside on the benches, because all the color and everything outside gave us ideas. it sounds pretty weird, but it works. we were each other's safe place

the bell rang, signaling that we were free to leave for the weekend. and there was a sea of people, walking hastily out of the doors. the six of us got all of our stuff together and started walking. our houses not only were not that far from school, but were relatively close to each other's.

heading out of the premesis and entering the nearby neighborhood, we got a suggesting from marley. "can we do something? im really not trying to go home yet."

"like what?" i asked. marley shrugged.

"like art related? spontaneous?" isaac suggested.

she shrugged again. "cam," bradley called. i looked over. "didn't you say something about a graffiti place last week?"

"the crossroad arts district?" the crossroads is essentially a place where different artists go and do graffiti in downtown kansas city.