Realizing that everyone was staring at her Scar started to anxiousy wring her hands behind her back. "Hi…im Scarlett but you can call me scar." A small smile flit across her face but never touched her sad brown eyes.
"Nice to meet you Scarlett and hows morning class?" He wanted to start a friendly conversation even though he is not good on talking to anyone.
Scar did not want to be rude but this conversation with multiple new people was freaking her out. She heard Allec talking to her but she could barely hear him over the rushing of blood in her head. She had kinda hoped if she told them her name they would leave her alone. She did not know how to leave the conversation in a nice way so she continued talking. "I kinda fell asleep in it so I have no idea actually"
" Oh I see...well sleeping is not that bad..if you got a pile of artworks to finish..." With a low tone that he drink his coffee.
Scar nodded in aggreement then looked at her watch, class started in three minutes, juhst then the bell rang, she said a hurried goodbye and raced down th haallway to her next class. Slipping into the baack corner chair she stared out the window.
"I guess Ill see you around..." He looks at his watch and began to walk back to the artclassroom for the private artwork to work on.;
Winter walked into the school. He had just been transfered from his old school because of a "sitiuation" caused by him using his wolf powers.
At the Art Class, the teacher gave them a work on painting a live semi nude woman in the middle. Allec was focus on every certain part of the body as he stroke and applied it on his canvas
``You know what I might aswell try art`` He'd walk in and would see the model ``Oh uh I'm sorry`` He'd turn away
" Just like how everyone react..." he said it tiredly as he finish the art piece.
Winter walked to the art room. Without speaking, he decided to try painting. He ended up with a pretty good piece of art that looked like the model.
Scar was sitting in the back of her classroom trying to somewhat pay attention to the droning voice of her history teacher. The lecture was about the renaissance period and the advancments made in technology, usually history excited her but this teacher was using a monotone she found very distracting. Knowing she could not pay attention she pulled out her sketchbook and started drawing a picture of one of the students in the class.
Leanne was glad the bell rang to signal freetime was over. He turned away from the water girl and headed stiffly down the hall, towards the art room. Leanne frowned at his schedule and peered inside. He hated art. But he had already skipped math class. Leanne sighed and took a seat by a blank canvas.
She looked at her schedule, “art...” she liked art, she walked down the hall and entered the room seeing the guy, who had seen her at the pool, she sighed and sat in the back away from him.
Kitsumi pulled her ears back again, 'why did the bell have to be so loud?' she thought to herself before walking down the hall to the art room, she peaked her head in looking around curiously. She was good at art and at times enjoyed it, however recently she was a bit stressed with her art not coming out how she liked it.
Scar finished up with her sketch and looked around the classroom again. Realizing she knew no-one here she wondered where the others were. Hoping class would end soon she stared out the window towards the woods on the other side of the school. Maybe after the last class she could go explore the woods. A quick glance at the schedule showed only one class left, Humanities.
She began to sketch something that just came to mind. She leaned over it so no one could see it.
"Yeah, I'm new here" she said to Allec. She hurried to her next class, and took a seat next to Scarlet. "Awesome art!" She exclaimed. She was never good at drawing. She picked up some materials and Drew the moonlit valley where she became a werewolf.
“Uh..thanks.” She gave a soft smile but then concentrated and continued.
Not wanting to bother Scarlet, she turned back to her work, pausing only to admire her classmates work. Why were they so good at art?
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