I sat down at my desk and opened my folio for art, naturally it was my favourite class. I grabbed a pencil from my bag and started doodling before class started. Silent as a cat Aelin came and sat down next to me, scaring me half to death. 'Don't do that! Could you make yourself a little more conspicuous please?'

'It's not my fault your completely unobservant. What are you drawing today?'

'Not sure yet just some random pattern.' I shrugged. Aelin flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder. Something that would usually be used to describe a bimbo was in this case used to disguise her true personality. You wouldn't know it but my best friend was a straight 'A' student and spoke three languages. She would also kick your ass if you so much as looked at her the wrong way. She is also on her way to becoming the champion in an under ground fighting ring with the pseudonym Celeana Sardothien. Did I mention that she was competing in the men's division. I on the other hand sucked at school, art was the only subject that I could really excel at, which I did, top of the class I might add. This was the only class I shared with Aelin and she was only taking it so we could do something together. We're an unlikely pair, but we make it work.

I look up just in time to see Ms Golding walk into class, you could tell she was an art teacher from a mile away. She had paint caked underneath her nails and graphite smudges on her fingers, her hands even smelt like PVA glue. As strange as it might seem, hands can tell you a lot about a person. For example, if you looked at Aelin's hands you would see lots of tiny scars and calluses from the fighting, you would also see her perfect manicured nails. Make of that what you will. If you were to look at mine though you would see only calluses from where I hold my paint brush.

Aelin nudged me to the side, 'pay attention, we're getting our new assignment.'

'Your end of year assignment is to create something that means something to you. It's your final semester of school, that's almost 6 months to create something, something special. So make is count and make it good. You can submit it in any format as you wish. More information will be posted online. You are free to work in your own time. Get started.'

'Did you hear that Feyre, no medium! I can do whatever I want, best assignment ever!' I looked over to Aelin. She had confidence written all over her face, she exuded the stuff. My hope was that she would rub off on me but alas I was still just Feyre