⌜ 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉, 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖? ⌟

"meraki„

       Gregory POV

                8:14 AM

   
                           “Name's.. Gregory.” I
                         said, kinda quietly.

                           How did this girl even
                        get the guts to talk to me.
                        Doesn't she know who I
                        am? Tsk, alright then.

                         “soo.. you're good with
                        drawing?” she asked, ever
                        so politely but at the same
                        time, annoying to me.

                           “no, not really. I guess.”
                        I said, honestly.

                          “oh, ok.” she said, as she
                        took out her painting
                        materials.

                           As some time passed by,
                        more and more students
                        came until the seats ran
                        out.

                          Then, the teacher
                        arrived. Ah, Ms. Caring.
                        It's my old teacher.

                         “Goodmorning students,
                        Welcome to artistè class.”
                        She said, with a smooth
                        and fine accent.

                          “I am Ms. Caring. I'll be
                        your teacher for this
                        class.”

                          She's still the same as
                        always. Coming from her
                        name, caring is indeed
                        what you can describe
                        her.

                           She's the type of teacher
                        to give treats once in a
                        while to students. It's
                        pretty nice. Can't forget
                        the taste of her chocolate
                        bars.

                         “So, everyone. Take out
                        your paintbrushes and
                        colors. For your first ever
                        canvas. Picture something
                        you love alot and start  
                        painting.” she explained
                        clearly.

                           As everyone was
                        thinking. I just painted the
                        first thing that popped up
                        in my head.

                         “hm, the sky seems like a
                        nice idea.”

                           The sky. Something
                        that's pretty far, but I feel
                        like I can reach. Just like
                        her.

                           I started to mix blue and
                        added a little bit of white.
                        Making it sky blue. I
                        started painting and
                        brushing smoothly against
                        the canvas, trying to avoid
                        ruining it.

                           After a few minutes
                        later, after being almost
                        done. I take a glance at the
                        others' paintings.

                          I see families being
                        drawn, houses, objects
                        that contained value to
                        them and to which I didn't
                        care.

                            But one caught my eye.
                         The one beside me.

                            It was a simple but
                         elegant red rose.

                            I noticed Pauline, she
                         seemed focused into that
                         painting.

                            It's beautiful. That's
                         what I can say. Not as
                         much as the one painting
                         it though.

                            She noticed me looking
                         at her and waved &     
                         smiled at me. I was
                         surprised a little, but did
                         it back as well.

                            I notice her red nose.
                        Almost as the same as the
                        rose she's painting.

                          “You're a pretty good
                        painter.” I said, observing
                        her rose.

                         “You're not too bad as
                        well.” she said back, as
                        she looked at my painting.

                         We exchanged smiles and
                        laughs. Talking about our
                        paintings.

                        “Hm, well. Good job, Ms.
                       Pretty Red Rose.”