All About Timing

Chapter 7

It was currently Thursday afternoon and I found myself walking around the library during my free period. Humming a light tune that was in my head and running my hands along the spines of the books.

When a soft but subtle voice interrupts my thought process, "I swear if you keep interrupting my reading with that stupid tune I'm going to show you why words hurt."

I don't think I was supposed to hear that but I began to laugh. Looking down at a figure that was glaring at me with a book in her hand. The last thing I could picture is her hurting me with a book. She's just too cute.

"I'm sorry?" I questioned. She scoffs in return and opens her book again, I shrug my shoulders sitting right next to her.

"Whatcha reading?" If looks could kill this girl would of killed me just now with the cutest look ever.

She lifts the book up towards me and I read along the spine before smiling. It was a sci-fi book that reminded me of Aunt Becky.

"Is it a good book?" 

"Library's are not for talking." She tells me closing her book and looking at me with these bright blue eyes.

I couldn't help but feel this slight spark in my heart looking into those eyes.

"Why are you staring at me?" She questions very oblivious.

"You're beautiful that's why." Did I just really say that?

Her cheeks flushed red and before I could say anymore to her, the bell rang signaling it was time for 7th period. She disappeared quickly after that leaving me to wonder who she was and how come I had never seen her.

Shaking my head I get up and hurry to art class, not wanting to be late. Getting there just in time, I sit in my usual spot in the back before pulling my art supplies from my bag.

"This next months project, you are all getting a 20x30 canvas where you will be drawing a mural of your favorite memories. It can be one or it can be multiple, get your canvas from the back and you may begin." Ms. Kingston announces to the class before projecting an example on the projector.

Soon, ideas were bouncing left and right from my head and I had a few ideas I could work on.

"You always take Art so serious." Hannah tells me, sitting at the empty seat at my table.

"You take soccer serious don't you?" I question while she nods her head yes.

"Same difference, it's what I'm passionate about." I let her know causing her to smile at me widely.

She leans over and grabs my rough draft, looking it over. "You're adopted?"

Not many people know I'm adopted and not many know that my mom is actually Ashlyn Harris.

"Mhm--- my mom adopted me when I was 9. Almost been nine years," a small smile forms on my face when the memory pops in my head.

Mom's birthday is in October and I am good at realistic drawings, I can do this for her birthday since it's in a month and a half.

"That's awesome. What more don't I know about you Keeps?"

A whole lot.

"Hey, congratulations by the way." She tells me with a proud smile. I furrow my eyebrows, slightly confused. "You got in the contest..."

Oh I did.

"You didn't know? They meet after school at 4." I never felt my smile turn so big and I could tell she noticed it too.