I walked down the narrow halls of Ouran Highschool. My long black hair was all tangled and messy. My freckled face was covered in paint, as my sweaty palms were also. All I heard was chatter, echoed through the halls. As I walked into the principle's office a girl with brown hair in pigtails, ran out the room crying. I took a deep breath and walked in.
The principal, , was scowling and shaking her round head. Her crystal clear glasses hung on the tip of her nose."Now, Moka, what was it you wanted to talk about?" asked with a hoarse voice."I wanted to know if I can start the art club tommorow." I said quietly.
"Okay, you have enough people on your list who signed up." agreed. Yes! I can now share the true value of art! I nodded and walked out quickly. I left school and got into my silver Volvo. But, how will I explain the meaning?