The walk to second period was hell.

Why is it that every passerby decides to stand or walk quite slowly just inches from you.

I don't get it.

When I finally arrived to my class, art class, I felt more at home. This was my subject after all.

Freedom at its best. You can draw or paint anything you desire and nobody could judge you for it.

I loved it.

My long brown hair was tied in a bun, my clean shaved face had bits of colored chalk smeared on my cheeks and just above my lip. My art teacher let us to our imagination today and I decided on a pastel landscape.

By the end of class, I saw beautiful suns, and flowers, and people all over canvases.

My teacher had dismissed the class, calling me to her desk.

"Yes Miss Bondette?" I asked politely.

"Robert, your art is exceptional! There is this.. Program. Its an art program and only a handful of people can join. I'm picking you as one of my candidates. I can only pick three!"

I was surprised to say the least but I quickly nodded my head and thanked her. "I would be honored to join. Thank you so much, this means a lot."

She waved off my thanks and dismissed me to my next class.

Math class..

I hated math. There was never any reason for it, I've just never liked it. I'm pretty average when it comes to science and math.

There's nothing to compellingly make me want to change the world with it.

Nothing about numbers makes me want to write my heart out.

Just as nothing about chemical reactions makes me want to eat healthy

So.. Uninteresting..

"Carly, the answer to the equation is..?" I looked up from my textbook to the girl my teacher was looking at.

Carly looked up and just stared at her blankly.

"Ugh, pay attention" Mrs Emai complained.

The girl nodded and went back to reading in her textbook. I caught one more glimpse before doing the same with my textbook.

Math class went faster than expected.

Lunch hadn't sadly.

I had a small group of friends, all of which sucked on each others faces and talked a little too much.

Of course, I didn't mind, but, my mind was somewhere else.

The book I had read last night kept me thinking.

Why are artist generalized as extroverted, loud, crazy people. I mean, it didn't sound correct but, wouldn't it be nice if some of us were like that? I know some artist are but I don't really know any.

School just kinda.. Sucks all the optimism out of you.

I took out my phone and plugged in my headphones, putting on the song Mr. Sandman.

I looked around and spotted the girl, Carly her name was, sitting with a book in hand at a table with a few girls. She looked terribly annoyed. I would be as well if I had to read around a bunch of loud talkative girls.

I decided to walk over to her table and sit next to her.

"Hey, what book are you reading?" I asked quietly.

She didn't respond but instead looked me in the eyes and emotionlessly lifted the book and put the cover on display for me to see.

"Uhm.. What's it about?" I asked trying to start a conversation.

She turned it to the backside so I could read the summary.

The book was about a girl who decides to go on a journey across the United States with only a truck and five hundred dollars. It sounded quite interesting and I made sure to remember to look it up later.

"Sounds like a good book, do you like it?" Carly nodded her head and looked back down to her lap where her book was already opened to the page she was reading from.

I had given up on trying to make conversation with this Carly chick and decide to pull out my own book.

I caught a glimpse of Carly looking up and peeking at my book. She smiled a bit and went back to her own book.

Her smile showed she had black braces and pearly white teeth despite the metal that made it almost impossible to brush your teeth.

One of her friends (or at least I was guessing they were) looked away from her companion and at me.

Her face quickly turned to one of annoyance.

"Can you move over there? Were trying to have a conversation" she snobbishly spat.

"I'm just having a nice interaction with a friend. Can't you just chill and talk with your friend and not act like your in competition to be the most annoying person on the planet? Thanks, much appreciated."

The girl practically growled at me as she turned around and talked to her friend that gave me dirty looks and glares like they were candy on Halloween.

Carly only sighed and closed her book, grabbing a pen and scribbling a few words on it in neat handwriting.

'Your not gonna get anywhere talking to me'

I shrugged and took the pen writing my own words underneath hers.

'So what? Your acknowledging me and that's enough. I've seen you around school its just now that I've got nothing to do and I decided to spend my time talking to you.'

I heard a small chuckle from her and I subconsciously began to tap my foot on the hard wood floor.

'Why don't you talk?'

'Do I need a reason?' I rolled my eyes at her reply.

'Not really, I'm just curious.'

'Then there's nothing to say now is there?'

'I guess'

The bell rang and we were dismissed to our next classes.

I thought about all the possibilities as to why she didn't talk.

Hopefully I'd find out soon enough.

Author here! This is the first chapter to my new book (obviously). I- so far- really like writing this story. I rarely update but I hope you'll put up with that and enjoy the plot I have planned for this story. If you'd like to be in it, just message me or comment about it and I could add you in! Bye!