Playing The Role Of Amaya Green

Chapter 16

Smiling stick figures are so pure I swear (:

Amaya's POV

"Art is a reflection of yourself. Every painting, every sculpture, every song, tells us something about the artist."

As our Art teacher talked to the class, explaining how wonderful and magical art was, I looked around the room.

Every student had an easel in front of them, some with pencil sketches and a few with dashes of paint. Some even had almost completed paintings.

I observed each one, in complete awe of how talented everyone in this class was. Then I looked back to my own.

I almost knocked my easel over in frustration.

I'd been trying to draw a single human figure for an entire hour, and had clearly, miserably failed.

It looked like a mix between a bent twig and a malnourished bear.

It looked horrible.

One would think that since I clearly sucked at drawing, I would have the sense to not take art class.

But my dad felt otherwise. He thought that it would help me get my creative juices flowing ( though I knew he secretly hoped I'd learn to at least draw a straight line properly.)

So here I was.

Don't get me wrong. I loved everything about art and I appreciated every form of art. It's just that I sucked at it.

"This assignment is going to be one of the most important ones in your year. It will carry a large part of your grade, so work hard on it."

I mentally groaned, already knowing what my grade was going to be. I could 'C' it coming.... hehe.

"Your assignment is to draw a picture that depicts yourself. It can be anything. An animal, a cartoon character, a composition or maybe just the looming waves of the ocean. But it must explain who you are. Ok! That's it for today!"

As soon as she finished talking, the entire class burst into loud chatter. I could tell how excited they all were about our new project.

I was stumped. What was I going to do?

I couldn't even think of an idea, let alone paint a whole picture.

As I packed my things and started walking out of the class, a few other people joined me. All of them were enthusiastically chatting about what they were going to make.

Some even started to ask me what I was going to do. I just smiled and remained silent.

Aww Amaya! Tell us already!

Ooooo! I suppose it's a secret!

She's probably going to whip out a masterpiece on the last day.

As I walked through the hallway, I tried to rack my brain for an idea. I had to think of something. In between my intense brainstorming I spotted my savior.

There. In the middle of all those...

Wait a minute. Were those jocks!

Straight ahead I could see Aiden. He was leaning against a locker and was surrounded by football players and a few gushing girls. Perks of getting selected in the football team.

But on the bright side, he looked extremely awkward and out of place.

The minute he saw me, his face brightened up. I walked towards the group and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the circle. He turned back and muttered an excuse to them as I dragged him to a more deserted area.