Affliction

Art

Jannabelle's P.O.V

"Okay everyone." The art teacher said as I finally entered the classroom right before the late bell rang. Amelia and I finished the conversation about Evan. She thinks I'm starting to have feelings for Evan.. I do too.

"I'll let you guys off the hook, today.. Free draw!" The art teacher declared. "By the end of the period everyone should have a free drawing piece turned in. You guys are free to talk, but, not too loud." The teacher walked to her desk and graded her assignments.

I sat at a table by myself. Art was one of my favorite subjects, the last thing I need is someone interrupting my flowing creative juices.

I closed my eyes and started drawing. I let my pencil take over as my piece was being created.

Loud conversations filled the room as I sat in the corner not even knowing what I was planning to draw. After 30 minutes of free drawing the bell rang. I opened my eyes and the next thing I knew, I was handing a picture of Evan Thompson to the teacher.

"Uh.. Jannabelle. Could you stay a minute?" The teacher called.

"What is it Mrs. Stalton?" I faced her desk.

"This is a very simple, yet detailed drawing." She studied my piece carefully.

I shrugged.

"Jannabelle, I'm switching you to another Art class." She said. "Mr. Henderson's class. The curriculum is more focused towards the drawings you are more into." She finished.

I nodded.

"Great. Thanks Jan." She said as I headed to my next period class.

I wasn't surprised. This isn't the first time I drew Evan.
I once drew his eyes. I also drew his upper body.

No one knows about these drawings. Not even Mrs. Stalton. She doesn't know who the drawings are of.

Does this mean I think about Evan so much I end up drawing him?

I pushed the question away and walked to my locker.