katie made me write this book, thing - whatever this is n honesty i have no idea what i'm doing anymore lol kms
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She was beautiful.
Not just pretty or attractive; but simply beautiful.
The way her long brown hair flowed elegantly down her back and the sides of her face, which complimented her ever so pale complexion. The way her dazzling mirky blue hues, which now and then became more noticeable and prominent, light up whenever she either talked to her friends, or engaging in one of her most favourable interests.
beautiful.
It wasn't just her physicals that made her beautiful either, but the way she had one of the most kindest personalities ever. How she never judged anyone, and how she always listened to anything her friends said with complete understanding. She always came out with brilliant and creative ideas in classes, which many people were drop dead envious of.
beautiful.
You would have thought that by this, she was one of the most popular students in Academi High.
Oh so wrong.
She decided to hide her beauty from everyone.
She always hid herself within the back shadows, acting nothing more than a mere hologram. She would isolate herself by sitting at the back of her classes, simply not interested in the surroundings around her. Guaranteed, she wasn't know to be of the talkative type; but hardly anyone has even heard her talk before.
Her eyes were always covered with black framed glasses, shielding them with a transparent pane of glass, unable to see the sparkle of them which reminded you of fireworks on a clear open sky. Her hair tightly fastened back into a straight, high pony tail; the natural shimmer of her long hair completely hidden.
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Katie was sitting at the back of her class, as per usual, sitting in her usual position away from the other students next to the window, gazing up at the blazing sun as the light reflected and bounced off of it.
Even though she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, as soon as she heard the entire class become extremely quiet all of a sudden, she automatically knew that Mr Ackerman had come in to begin their weekly lesson.
Art.
One of her favourite, most enjoyable lessons.
Katie was one to be very artistic. She was decent at other subjects mind you, but her talent in art is way beyond what people think she is capable of ever achieving. She couldn't quite recall where her passion from art had come from, as her family skilfully specialised in maths and politics.
"Alright brats, listen up," Mr Ackerman began. "As summer is slowly approaching for you all, all of you will need to complete a final piece based upon your preparation you have done in class for the duration of this past year. For your final piece however, you will be assigned a partner of my choosing. Each of you will combine your ideas to make a final exam piece, in which both of you will help each other to make and design."
A mixture of groans and protests began to be erupt in the class, as everyone was clearly against and protesting the idea of working with a partner from their class.
