Tony's (not so) Little Girl

4: Art with Cap

I shook my head with a light smile as I ran to catch up with Will who, as always, had left without me, but only by about a minute, just to annoy me. I jogged over to where he was holding open the door to exit the science and language wing, about to walk through it, and slapped his arm.

"Hey!" He called, put out at my reaction
"You left without me again!" I exclaimed right on back, bumping him with my hip as we left the wing and walked side by side
"Well it's not my fault you take forever," he huffed, slapping my arm in retaliation "We don't have all recess."

I huffed a laugh and shook my head as I adjusted my hold on my books and things. We were walking accross the asphalt covered ground that ran between the different wings of classrooms and other buildings that decorated the grounds. The asphalt was covered in decades worth of who knows what and it wasn't a pretty site.

"Can you believe the behavior of the class?" I asked with another shake of my head "I mean, they could have at least tried to be nice to a man who helped save the world."
"What did you expect?" Will asked as we rounded a corner "That they weren't going to be little assholes?"
"I had hoped so" I sighed with a shrug "I just, I woulda thought..."

I trailed off and shook my head, and we continued to walk across the school grounds in silence. Every now and then someone from another year level would wave hello but never anyone from year ten. It was a pity, how badly behaved our year level could be, but it was something everyone else just kind of put up with. No matter how hard the teachers tried to 'fix us' it never really worked. In the end they all just gave up.

When we got to the year ten locker room Will and I branched off. I continued to put my things away in my locker and then pull out a book, whilst Will put his things away and then left in search of Jamie, who wasn't aloud in the locker rooms without having someone with them as she was in the year level below us. When I did a light sweep of the room Emily was nowhere in sight, and so I concluded that she was in the music room, either with her pianist friend Toneya or at band practice.

Naturally, I left the locker room as fast as possible, not wanting to bump into too many of the pricks that were in the same year level as I was. I was so dissapointed in Charlie that I didn't even want to bump into her, accident or not. I ended up sitting in a rather secluded spot high up in the branches of a tree in the very back corner of the school grounds. I liked to go up there when I was in a similar mood to what I was then as no one else ever went back there. It was perfect.

When the bell rang, however, I did have to sprint from one side of school to the other just to get to art class on time. I was lucky that I didn't need anything from my locker and that we had everything we needed for class supplied for us in the art room. I sprinted to the room with my book held firmly against my chest, and I got there just as the teacher was unlocking the door. Unsurprisingly there was no other students in sight just yet, for most of the kids that took the class either never bothered to show up or always showed up late. I slipped into the classroom, throwing a smile at the teacher.

"Morning Ms Lug!" I called as cheerily as I could, sliding into my people mask
"Good morning, Lilith!" The teacher greeted with a smile right on back "How was your weekend? I heard you were at the open day, performing."
"Yeah, it was as good as it gets, I suppose. I was only really there for moral support for a friend, though," I explained

Ms Lug nodded thoughtfully and smiled again as I went about setting up my desk, fluttering around the room to continue on my work from last class. I was almost done, and just had to design and photograph the last part of the study on portraits that we were doing. The first one I did I was ecstatic for, because my Pop actually got it tattooed on the back of his hip. It looked so cool! I was unsure on how to finish off this last one, the second one that I had done. We were only supposed to do one finished one and half a dozen experimental ones, but after I finished that and still had time I got to do another. I was just sitting down and pondering ideas when the teacher walked over. By now three other kids had arived and begun to set up.

"Lilith," Ms Lug said gently, standing behind me and gesturing towards the doorway "Mr Rogers over there is going to look after the class while I pop out for a bit. Can you tell the other students when they arive and make sure that they behave?"

I turned and followed her gesture, my eyes landing on a tall, blonde, muscular super soldier from the 1940's. I nodded in agreeance with the teacher, cementing that I would make the kids play nice, and then watched as she walked right on out. I was sure Mr Steve Rogers could handle a few rowdy 15/16 year olds but the teachers would often leave the class in my hands when they were going to be away for ten or so minutes. And so that was nothing new.

I turned back to my work, my chin resting on my palm as I fiddled with my pencil in thought. My eyes closed and I bent my head down, humming to a random tune as I thought. I barely registered the footsteps approaching me, and so I jumped when a throat was cleared directly behind me. I jumped in my seat and snapped my eyes open. I turned around in my seat to stare wide eyed at the man out of time, and suddenly ideas flew around my head.

"Are you sleeping or working?" Mr Rogers asked critically, eyeing my work over my shoulder
"I'm sorry, Mr Rogers," I spoke sweetly, trying to look sweet and innocent "I was just thinking about what to do next. I was stuck, you see. But you've given me an idea."

Clocks, time, lost love, so many ideas. I was left to my work with a sharp nod, and so I quickly started erasing anything I had scribbled down before and started sketching. One rough sketch led to a refined sketch, which led to using my phone to look up some old Irish Gaelic script, which led me to getting up out of my chair and stalking towards the front of the room to pull out a cardboard square, which led to me completeing my work and waiting till the teacher came back by doing random little scribbles.