I'm not really much of a fanfiction writer and have been pretty much dared to do this, but never the less, please read and if you got a comment please comment. :) Also my english might not be as good.

'Listen closely. Art is more than just one thing. Art is everything. Art can be the way you describe a building, a flower or a person; it can be the way you write an article or even your homework. Art is what you make it to be. Now grab something. Anything, of that table and go outside and bring me your kind of art.'

The teacher, as restless as he seemed, got every single student to get up in a matter of seconds, fired up by his little pep talk and ready to do something they had been supposed to be doing the last few weeks.
The table he mentioned was covered with everything one could imagine, but to his disappointment most grabbed something they felt familiar with, those that were good at drawing took the paper and pencils, the ones who rather wrote took the notebooks and those that rather did some photography grabbed one of the cameras.
'Well, if that hasn't turned into something greeeat.' He muttered as he sat down behind his desk, his hand to his temple and rubbing the headache away. 'Next time I will just make them pick something else.'
'Sir?' a female voice interrupted him in his deep mumbles. A little surprised he sat up straight in a matter of seconds.
'Yes..yes? Kaioh-san?'
'I have been having trouble with my assignment and I thought you might be able to help me out a little?' Michiru Kaioh had always been taking in by her art that it was hard for the teacher to grab her attention for anything other than what she had been doing. Now she was having trouble? He thought he was dreaming.
'What do you mean? Haven't you been drawing on your project the last few weeks?`

Michiru turned to the side a little to avoid looking into his eyes directly. 'Well, to be honest, no. Yes, I have been drawing and painting and … splattering paint around the whole table, but I don't feel content with it. I want to do something more grabbing, if you understand what I mean?'
The teacher was about to cry, he stood up and grabbed her by the shoulder. He stared at her a while longer until he pulled her to the table with all the items he told his students to grab. Michiru got a little scared of and tried to get her teachers hand off her shoulder.
'Sir, you are getting creepy.'
'Nonsense. Come here I will show you what you could do.'
Even if what he said didn't really reassure her, she followed and looked at what he was pointing at. In front of her on the table was the only thing left, it was an old analog camera, which was already catching dust just from laying on the table. If it could talk it was probably cursing at the teacher for not taking care of it more, but that didn't matter. The teacher picked it up and held it up to Michiru.
'This is what you will do. Well I can't force you, but it feels like you are made for it.' He cleaned away a tear from his eye. 'It was my first camera, I used to take a picture of everything back in the days, it is still working I promise. Use it as you see fit, if you need help come to me and create art dear Kaioh-san.'

So here she was, sitting in the middle of the school yard, with the dusty camera in her hands, not knowing what to do with it. She had never used a camera for the purpose of art, sure taking pictures of her friends was something she occasionally did, but she never put any deep thought into it.
She stretched her legs and looked into her lap'This is so going to be –'
'A pain! That's what he is. He kicked you out which I understand, but why me?' A loud student cut Michirus sentence off. They came up behind her, one talking agitated at the other one.
'Haruka!' Michiru called out with a smile, just who she needed.
The blonde looked up and grinned right back at the girl. 'Look, being kicked out has already turned into fun.' Haruka said to her friend.
'For you … ' the other one mumbled as both sat down next to the art student.

'What are you doing here, shouldn't you be drawing or painting?' Haruka asked but already knew the answer when she saw the dust cloud in her friends hand. 'Photography? Well aren't you a lucky one, best reason to get outside during school.'
Michiru shifted in her seat. What was lucky about being clueless?
'Yuki, you do photography, right? Got any tips for this one?'
'Yes, don't think about what you take a picture off. Too much thinking gives you nothing. When you take a picture of a flower for example, think anything but 'will it look good?'.'
Haruka hit Michiru slightly in the side to cheer her up. 'Go crazy!' she winked and pulled Yuki closer as well. 'Now take a picture Michiru.'

I hope this hasn't been that bad and not too short .. which I will try to be better at :)