Love At First Day (GxG) <3

Chapter 2

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I'm sitting in art class, my head resting on my hand that’s propped up on my elbow. So far the teacher is talking about how to get a certain brush stroke, which I could care less about.

The room is so disorganised, there’s papers on the ground and on the various benches against the wall, there’s clay dust everywhere and a bunch of materials on the middle table which we all surrounded. The whiteboard had various writing on it, but seemed more to be scribble to me, the brick walls were painted a normal orange and the roof was made up of concrete tiles.

The floor was pale blue linoleum and there were ten tables seating two people each, they went around the room in some kind of square circuit, there was a gap so you could get to the middle desk in the square.

As the teacher blathered on about brush techniques, my focus wondered to all the art supplies that filled the room, there was a rack of different coloured acrylic paint in bottles the size of cordial ones. A sink with many palettes and containers to put water in and paint on, a tray of paintbrushes, different paintings that other students had painted and done, and various things made of clay.

I was sitting on the end of the table by myself, a seat away from the rest of the girls on my side of the room. I didn’t bother trying to be friendly to them, I already had one amazing friend, and that was enough for me. Besides some of these girls looked like the ones you see in movies that are on the cheerleading team.

This one girl in particular who I noticed was staring at me looked like she was the head cheerleader. She had dark brown medium straight hair with a side fringe and light brown highlights, her eyes were a golden brown, she was slim with medium breasts and stood at about 5’5. Every instinct in my body told me to stay away from and ignore her, and I knew to listen to my instincts so I did my best to ignore her, but it’s kinda hard when they’re staring at you.

“Okay class now that you have all seen the basic brush techniques, I’d like to see all of your painting skills, so you are all going to paint whatever you want using at least three of those brush strokes, extra marks if you can use all of the brush strokes, now go get started” Mrs Sanders instructed us while giving us all a medium small canvas that filled a fair amount of space in front of us.

I grabbed a palette, six different brushes, and a container and filled it with water before putting them on the desk. I picked up the palette and took it over to the paint rack and grabbed the three primary colours and white and dolloping one of each onto the palette. I grabbed another palette on my way back so I could mix the colours on that.

I made sure the canvas was even in front of me before setting up my stuff neatly, I could still feel the brown haired girls eyes on me and it was rather distracting so I did what I always do when I'm easily distracted. I hum a quite tune. Half an hour went by and I was finished, I don’t really recall anything other than me humming and my hand moving everywhere, it was almost like a robotic schedule.

I stared down at my painting and admired it, my painting was of a secret refuge kind of place; there was a beautiful green meadow with lots of wild flowers of pinks, purples and whites. There was a wooden bridge that went over a little stream; there were vast amounts of shade from the large oak tree that was on the other side of the bridge, and behind the oak tree stood to be a shadowy forest of many types of trees, tall and wide, small and thin.

There was a beautiful waterfall falling down the rocky cliff, creating the river that the bridge stood over, at the base of the waterfall was a small pond. It was beautiful to say the least, I jumped when I heard a gasp behind me, I turned around quickly to see a girl with shoulder length black hair, blue eyes with rectangular glasses on, freckles littering her cheeks and across her nose, and about 7 cm shorter than me with wide eyes and her hand over her slightly opened mouth.