The perks of going to a school focused on art included free canvases, paints, pastels, watercolors, clay, glazes and every other supply needed to make something outstanding. Dawn loved her school. She loved the seemingly unlimited supply of materials and tools and how she could paint without having to worry about money and how much the canvas cost or how she was running out of blue paint. There was so much freedom at Aime's Academy of Arts and the relief that came with that freedom was exhilarating. Dawn knew that the scholarship she had received from the school was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Not a day went by that Dawn wasn't thankful for this opportunity.
It wasn't easy being a scholarship student. Dawn had to work harder and be better than other students to prove that she belonged with them at the school. She studied and studied hard. She painted and sketched and painted some more and then dabbled in clay molding and pottery making. Art was Dawn's rock, her strength in a difficult world, and Dawn vowed she wouldn't lose her spot at the academy.
Academics were her weak spot. Math and science were the two subjects Dawn detested the most. English and History were decent but she still struggled on the factual stuff. Symbolism was fun, but that was just Dawn's inner artist speaking. She was good at winging things and improvising and that was the only reason Dawn had gotten into AP Literature and Writing. Reading articles and analyzing them frustrated the blunette. Those four core classes were required and Dawn spent every free minute dedicating herself to the homework assigned and working everything out. Only then would Dawn escape to an art room to practice her skills.
Dawn would lose herself in the art and forget the time. Sometimes she almost missed curfew. It wasn't unusual for her to miss meals; skipping breakfast, lunch, or dinner was something the girl did regularly. It wasn't healthy, but it was worth it. The blunette had her own corner, her own brushes, and her many canvases. Painting was her life. Nothing mattered more.
It was because of this that she didn't have many friends. Dawn was classified as 'odd' and 'strange' from the very beginning. She wore scuffed up Converses, faded and ripped jeans with paint stains, and shirts that were solid in color so it didn't matter if paint or wet clay splashed onto them. It was clear Dawn was there through the school's money. In her freshman and sophomore years she was picked on by upperclassmen and now, in her junior year, Dawn was finally free from the majority of the teasing and pushing around.
Junior year changed one month in. The day was normal enough, for Dawn at least, minus the curious whispers in the hallway that she ignored. She went to her classes, did her work, and focused on her latest sketch; a dragon with wings spread wide and flames coming out of its snapping jaws. It looked, for lack of a better word, amazing… considering it was in pencil and black pen and not colored ink or watercolors. Color would have made the dragon into something stunning. Dawn's sketch was done in Sinnoh History, AP Literature and Writing, and Algebra 2 and was finished in the first five minutes of Art. Dawn was so preoccupied that she never noticed the boy sitting near her in three of those classes.
This is another Pokémon story of mine (Yay for Ikarishipping!) and this is the prologue. This will be a chapter story, but I doubt it will go over ten chapters... Well, if I stick to the outline I've created. I've got two chapters written and the rest planned out. Anyway, Dawn will be out of character because I think a shy side of her isn't something often seen and I want to explore that. Paul will talk a little more and be a little nicer because it helps the flow of things. Let me know what you think!
PLEASE REVIEW. It means the world to me. I love reviews, even if they aren't super positive. I want to better my writing so any constructed criticism will be welcomed. Thank you for reading, and even more if you review. -Light