It was art next. I did like art. I can just lose focus in my drawings. It's like I'm in a trance whenever I draw. I can escape the chaos of the world. I can escape the traumas and find peace. The art teacher was Mrs. Lister. Most of my teachers were female. Not that I'm complaining. I like it.

"I want this first painting to be free. I want your art to scream who you are." She said.

I was drawing a raging fire. I was drawing a fire bird or phoenix. I guess it describes my anger. I am like a volcano. You never know when it's going to erupt. The winds were a wavy fire. The body was black and kind of skinny. I wanted to highlight the fire.

 I liked the art room. It was small and cute.  There were painted flowers on the celling the walls were littered with students work and art supplies. There were only five of us in here. Most of my classes have been short with classmates. I like that, but it also means that the teacher will pay more attention to you. 

"My, my, what a beautiful phoenix. I like the different textures of the fire." She said.

I nod.

"Thank you."

"What does it describe?"

"Anger."

She nods. I can feel that she's unsure about the anger that I represent with in my phoenix. Before I knew it, the bell rang. Not a bad first day of school. I'd give it a solid, 9/10. Now I just need to find out what PE is all about. I'm not that big of a sports fan, but I can sure run.