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Its too hot.

I yearned to feel the cool, fresh New Jersey air tickle my neck.

This would have to be the complete and udder opposite of Jersey.

Florida. Blehh. Just saying the name makes me consider hitting something.

Ok, so maybe I'm a teensy bit violent. But, hey, can you blame me?

Its 103 degrees outside. I would say, "so hot you can fry an egg on the sidewalk hot" but that would make me sound like my dad, Charlie. And I really don't want myself being compared to my dad. Ever. Period.

He maybe my dad, but only in the "I created you" sense of the word. Renee, my Mom, did all the raising while Charlie sat on the couch drinking beer and watching the game. She taught me to ride a bike, and was there when Alex, my kindergarten crush broke my heart, not Charlie.

So then why did he convince me to move down here? Because im a softy. I mean, hes just so lonely all by himself, and the doctors say he cant handle the cold weather…who am I kidding? Im just a push over…

I quickly broke out of my trip down memory lane.

I must of looked like a complete idiot staring out into space, my eyes still gazing on the plastic fern in the corner.

Finally, the line thinned and I made my way to the plump 50-something woman behind the out-dated desk.

I looked at her now more closely.

She had on a loose, coral shirt decorated with gold beads embroidered into the deep v-neck, showing a little too much skin for a woman of her age. On her legs were a pair of leggings, and there were pink crocks on her feet.

She appraised my own outfit and greeted me with a warm smile.

I looked self consciously at my own body and remembered that this morning, I threw on whatever I found on my floor, while still half asleep. Not the most sanitary choice but hey, im 20, I still have a few years of irresponsibility left.

"Hi there!" She practically yelled at me with a surprisingly country twang.

"Um..am I in the right room?" I looked around just too make sure. She looked like a school teacher, not an artist.

"You're here for the art course, right? Her eyes held mine for just a moment as she asked curiously.

"Yes ma'am." I added and took out my sign in sheet for her to sign.

"Well then, sweet cheeks, follow me." With that said, she winked and her eyes seemed to twinkle as she smiled.

I walked into the room after her, my tote bag over flowing with supplies hung on my shoulder.

She directed me to my easel, the one all the way in the corner. "I hope we have a great year! Um.." looking down at the clip board she continued, "Bella!"

I chuckled at how cute the lady was and realized I didn't even ask her own name. As I contemplated wether she looked like a Patricia or a Linda, my arms unconsciously began to unpack my supplies.

Pretty my stuff was all laid out and I got bored with looking out the window, so my eyes trailed off to look at the rest of the room.

There were huge book shelves in the back wall full of paints, brushes and everything else we needed.

There were rows and rows of easels now beginning to fill up with a melting pot of people.

Finally, I decided to check out the artist sitting next to me. I crossed my fingers it was not a hobo, or a middle aged man going through his mid life crisis.

I slowly turned to my left to my only neighbor.

And then I saw him.

Sorry for such a short chapter, they will get longer I promise (: Please, please, please comment..it makes me happy.

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