Weirdos! At Art School

Chp 3 - Writers Club

This week was only a two-day week to start our classes and meet our teachers. We got no homework, thank the gods, but that wasn't the best part of the week. We were all very different and unique in our own ways. I think that's why we're all amazing friends. We all study different subjects and do different cocurricular groups, but Writer's Club has never failed to bring us all together and bring us the joy and happiness that our souls crave. On Fridays we gather in the cliffside classroom and write, share and discuss for hours. Oh, and the cliffside classroom is exactly where it says, the cliffside. The views are amazing there, so most art classes are held in that classroom. I also won't begin to tell you how depressing most stories are. Someone jumping of the cliff, someone being pushed of the cliff... you get the idea. Ms Bentley runs Writers, she is most people's favourite teacher.

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

The bell rang ending the last period of the day. I took the shortcut to the cliffside classroom to avoid the chaos of the courtyard. Nat, Anabelle, Gen, Lou and Tahlia all joined me as we made our way through corridors and climbed many sets of stairs. Then, after what felt like walking a marathon, we arrived at the classroom. Although we attend an art school, Writer's is still one of the biggest clubs that people have joined. We now have over 60 people cramming into the biggest classroom in the school, making the room feel very small. Slowly the roomed filled with students and there was a wrestling match just to get food at the back of the room.

'QUIET' Ms Bentley yelled over the top of the loud chatter that had turned into shouts. 'Alright, todays stimulus is mythology. It can be Roman, Greek, Norse or whatever you like. The challenge is to have no death in your stories' she added, and the room fell silent.

'But what is a story from writers without death?' Lou asked and Nat popped her head up.

'Huh, I wasn't listening' Nat stated a little too loud.

'Ms Bentley was just talking about how todays stimulus is mythology and the challenge is not to have any deaths or depressing phrases/sections in your story because life is beautiful, and we need to celebrate it' Claire explained in a soft and poetic tone that almost made Tahlia and I crack up.

'BUT I CAN'T WRITE A STORY WITHOUT DEATH!' both Lou and Maddy said in sync, which sent Tahlia and I into a laughing fit.

'SUP PEEPS!' Liv said as she made her late entrance into the classroom. 'Jee why is it so quiet?'

'Because we have to write a story about some form of mythology and our stories can't include death' Lou said in a monotone voice.

'Ok bye peeps' Liv said as the turned and headed straight for the door. But Mr. Saunders walked in just as she was going to leave which stopped her, then she turned back around and sat next to Maddy.

'You have 45 minutes to write, then we will do shotgun' Ms Bentley said before she turned on the new timer that she has become obsessed with.

Slowly the feeling of danger and fear crossed over me again as the same thought that I have constantly failed to grasp over and over again. I apparently lost focus for a while because I was snapped back to reality by Mr. Saunders clicking his fingers right next to my ears which sent me flying out of my seat and into Liv and Maddy who were holding hands and walking towards the door. My mind screamed because they are the cutest couple the world has ever seen. Embarrassed, I sat back down and began to sketch a rose. At first, I was going to draw it bright red and full of life, but I ended up drawing the petals more wilted and dead and shaded them a darker red. Tahlia looked over at my drawing and half laughed and whispered, 'so much for not being depressing'.

It was obvious that a lot of people struggled and failed to fit the criteria because only 5 people put their names down for shotgun and two of those people were Ms Bentley and Mr. Saunders. We wrapped up a lot earlier than planned and so the lot of us decided to head back to the dorms. Sadly Briana, Brooke and Laura all didn't dorm, so we stopped at the front of school to say goodbye. Everyone was happily chatting, but I couldn't get over the abnormal thoughts and feelings I have experienced since the start of school. I was so distracted that I remembered that I left my school sketchbook in my period six classroom. So, I told everyone and went alone on the journey to retrieve my sketchbook from the art rooms which, thankfully, weren't too far away. I entered the classroom only to discover my sketchpad on the windowsill and Liv and Maddy (#MIV) making out in the corner of the classroom (lol that was the secret sentence). They looked over at me and I apologised, quickly grabbed my sketchbook and left them to continue whatever was happening. I ran back to the dorms and collapsed breathless and exhausted on my bed. The twinkly lights that hung around the white frame created a soft light that made my sleepy. I lay on my back staring up at the roof and thought, what an eventful day.