(Levinia)
I'm in the class I couldn't care less about. Science. Our teacher is up front lecturing while the lights are off and the projector is projecting our notes were supposed to copy. I never really copied the notes. I did the first 3 bullets of information and begin sketching. My teachers are fools to not check our work. I did that in mostly every class yet I'm a start A-B student, because I work better through listening then having to write it. And plus I just check out textbooks if I missed anything or if I'm not too confident on the subject. My science teacher, Mr. Wesley, was still lecturing us about the the 3 laws of motion. I'm just drawing whatever comes to mind, and that happens to be a girl from the neck down holding a candle. Her hair is down my her shoulders ad she looks down at the flame. It's her only source of light. I don't have anything to color it with so I can only go off of the shading.
"Levinia" Mr. Wesley says. I look up from my paper, startled, at how he pulled me back to reality. He's standing, holding a piece of paper and I guess the person who brought it just walked out of the class. "They need you in the principals office." He says. Of course some of the annoying kids in class are making "ooooohh" noises, like I'm in trouble. But honestly I'm a little worried I am. I take my drawing into my hand and my dark purple backpack into my other. I try to stay calm. I've never been called into the principals office before so you can only imagine how many things are running through my mind right now. Luckily her office is all the way across the building from my classroom so I have some time to think things over. But I get nothing. I don't have a clue of what this could be about. I knock lightly on the door that says "Principal Morson"before walking into her office. She's sitting behind her desk that has papers spread out all over it, and a computer off the the side with 2 cushioned chairs in front of her desk. She's a skinny lady with blonde hair and is almost always wearing black.
"Levinia Mellark." She says. I smile. I really don't know what to say. "Have a seat please." She says motioning me to the chairs. Before I sit, or before I move, I ask her a question.
"Am I in trouble?" I ask nervously.
"No you're not in any trouble." She says with a little chuckle. Don't know what's so funny... I place my self in the left one thats most centered and my backpack in the other with my drawing beside it. She catches glimpse of it and reaches her hand out.
"May I?" She asks wanting to see it.
"Of course." I reply handing it to her. She looks at it for a while before speaking.
"Wow. Mrs. McCloskey was right." I don't know what she's talking about. What does my art teacher have to do with anything? "Your work is incredible." She says handing me back the paper. I take it and place it into my backpack quickly.
"Thank you, ma'am. I try my best." I say.
"So, I have been searching for someone to create a mural for the school." She begins. My face brightens up. I nod my head to let her know I'm following. "Your art teacher, Mrs. McCloskey has showed me more than enough of your art work recommending you for this creation and I would love to have you do so." She says. At first I'm a little shocked. Me out of all people? Out of the actual professionals she could've called for this. She could've called my dad, but she chose me.
"Really?" I ask to be sure I heard right.
"Yes, really." She replies. "We would like for it to be painted on the wall in the cafeteria hallway." The cafeteria hallway is just a plain old hallway with boring white walls. It's the only hall in the school with no lockers. It's our widest hall and you usually pass by it no matter what class your going to. It leads to the 6th grade hallway, 7th and 8th grade hallways, gym, science building, and of course the cafeteria
