Art z.m

(3) Cool & quirky quirky and cool.

Cool and quirky, quirky and cool.

Central St Martins, university of the arts.

Cyra didn't know how she even managed to get in. She didn't even remember how she chose the Art foundation course.

Cyra was just stood there flabbergasted in front of the gigantic modern intimidating building. She observed her surroundings; tons of people. However they were all different and quirky.

She loved how everyone was so unique and embraced there own style. A short guy caught her eye. He carried an oversized multicoloured back pack and was wearing triangle glasses. 'He must be studying menswear accessories," she thought.

The whole creative vibe got her all giddy and bubbly inside. She suddenly felt underdressed in her black oversized top, baggy black jeans. She wore baggy stuff so then she could hide her 'unattractive figure.'

The walk towards her classroom was quite adventurous in the sense that she managed to get lost five times. Each time she asked a really cool quirky person. They gave her the wrong directions. She had never walked so much in her entire life. The stairs were especially a killer.

Finally she managed to make it in time for her class. she quickly rushed into the big open room to find everyone sitting on the floor. So she threw her black back pack on the floor and sat down ready for the class to start.

"Hello class, this half term we are going to touch the topic of three dimensional design and architecture." He said while moving into the corner of the room. "You can all call me pro Tom. Now that I've got that sorted, take your sketchbooks out." He meandered his way back to the class towards a mac that was seated on a stool. He started typing.

"You ever done any of this?" A petite girl said in a French accent.

"No. You?" Cyra whispered, making sure not to catch anyone's attention.

"No. It's weird, we are even sitting on the floor! Strange, so strange. Must be english.." She muttered and then started mumbling in french.

Her accent made Cyra smile, but her attention was soon on the professor.

"See that on the board? It's the design of the Eiffel tour. I want you to design anything you want taking in mind the structure of the piece. You can stay here to do it or leave." He said and got his mac and left the room.

Cyra shat herself. 'Is it really like this at uni? I don't even know how to design shit. I'm not an architect.' She started to get all shaky. She new she should have never chosen this course, she wasn't 'arty' enough.

She was amazed by how most of the class got up and left, including the quirky French girl.

She looked around the room and just saw a group of people sat around in a circle talking in what she guessed was Mandarin. They looked pretty close and like they were already friends so she didn't want to intrude, so she just sat there and opened her sketchbook.

After she had started her research on architectures in her little iPad she hadn't realised that someone had sat next to her.

"Hi."

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Was that Zayn or was that not Zayn?

Shit.... I think I just ruined the surprise. O.o