( Photo of Kim above AKA @bex.tk on Instagram )Art by far is my favourite subject in the world. When you put a pencil to paper you whole mind can be shown in the most creative forms. So as I walked into the art room my whole body relaxed. Being able to express my emotions through art is my favourite thing in the world.
I took a seat at an empty canvas and pulled out my good paint brushes, and my pallet. I smiled softly as I put an ear pod in waiting for everyone to arrive. After around 5 minuets later everyone had turned up for the class, the seat beside me empty and my mind wandering.
I see Kim walk in and I look down, keeping my eyes in my lap. "Damn blondie you stalkin me?" She chuckles and takes a seat next to me, her voice teasing. "No I'm not stalking you, I just happened to be put in three of your classes" I sigh as the teach sets a challenge for them, to paint an image conveying Love, and the meaning of love to you.
"She doesn't know half this class if she picks something like that, the girls are gonna paint money and the boys are gonna paint sex, idiots" She grumbles starting to sketch out something on her canvas. I look at her then my own "yeah" I laugh softly "why are people at this school so afraid of you?" I ask concerned. She looks at me, her green eyes turning dark "because they don't know how to show fucking respect, I put people in their place" I gulp at her words, a bit shaken up. "I-oh of course..."
I start sketching out my image and relaxed into it. An image of a pine Forrest and the night sky appears before my hands, I imagine stars in the sky and deep purples and blues wrappings round each other to swirl in harmony. I grab out my paints and start on the background, the image working together just as I had imagined. I flick on the stars with white paint and paint on the trees and a small bonfire at the bottom, the image of two wolves shows up again. One black and one white, both of them curled up near the fire, obviously close with each other, a bond between them seemed almost human, like a marriage.
I snapped out of my trance as I was fixing the last few details and Kim pokes my shoulder. "Holy fuck! You're amazing Blondie" she smirks and views the painting with wide eyes. i look at it with a smile "Yeah it is definitely one of my best landscapes I have painted in a while, that's for sure." I look at the piece, my eyes focusing on the two wolves. it was oddly specific and in relation to quite a few pieces of my work recently. "Whats with all the dog stuff you draw?" Kim asks with a raised eyebrow. I roll my eyes " It's not a dog they are wolves, and i don't honestly know why there have been so many in my art recently, its odd." I state also completely clueless as to why.
i look over at Kim's work and smile, she had drawn a photo of what looked like her and her mother. "Is that your mother and you?" I ask curiously. She nods proudly "Yes it is, I love her very much. She has always been there for my family." She seemed so proud of her mother, it made me want to smile " That is very sweet." She scowls " It is not sweet! I am not sweet! I simply respect her and that is that" She growls and her eyes shape into slits. I roll my eyes with a laugh "Okay geez I'm sorry!" I put my hands up in mock surrender.
The teacher comes around and looks at our work, smiling at a few different peoples' work. As she passed mine she smiles brightly " I see the new girl is an art scholar, and befriending Miss Woods! What a surprise there Kimmy! You usually don't open up to newbies. You must be a good nut Anna!" Kim shrugs and smiles at her "You know me well Mrs. Martin" She sends a smirk my way.
The bell rings and I walk down the halls and off to my Local History and Philosophy class which was upstairs in the rear left wing of the school. As i walk in the teacher is already writing up notes on the board for the lesson to come. I take a seat and pull out a fresh notebook, reading over the notes on the board. It read, LOCAL LEGENDS OF THE SHAPE SHIFTIER WOLVES, GET OUT NOTEBOOKS AND TAKE NOTES OF THE VIDEO THAT WILL BE PRESENTED. The teacher was a man who looked around 30, a newer teacher probably.
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