CHAPTER TWO

"Um, I have chosen to do a mural."

"Hm, first one in quite a long time. Where is it?"

"Um, you'll have to follow me."

He frowned and gestured for the class to get up. I nervously led them to the hallway and pointed to the wall, on which was a spray painted picture of the king jumping off the tower. All build majors were allowed to paint on the white walls, like leaving their mark on the school. When they were filled up, they unfortunately painted them white again. But people took plenty of pictures. Our school had different majors. The builders or artsy ones who would usually end up making skins fir machinima, the entertainers or machinima makers who had a great sense of humor and who excelled in drama, the animators who were the super smart people who got in for previous grades, the actors or people who were good at dancing and would most likely be in machinima's, the singers who would mostly make MineCraft parodies or music videos, and then you have the band majors or the ones who make the music for the MineCraft parodies.

I waited for a reaction.

"Well that isn't too bad."

I beamed. Our teacher isn't the best at dealing compliments, but what he's trying to say is that you didn't fail so you should be happy that I'm being nice.

We were half through walking back into class when the bell rang. Students of all majors ran hurriedly to lunch. Everyone loved lunch. Lunch. Lunch. Lunch. I love lunch.

I ran to his class and grabbed my things, forgetting to zip up my bag. I strolled out savoring the thought of spaghettio's, when I ran into a guy.

"Hey watch it, "I said loudly not quite yelling.

"Sorry, "I heard him shyly say.

"Me too," he started helping me pick up my books," not many people here care about others, but you're different."

He was tall, pale, and kinda' cute. He had short hair, and beautiful blue eyes. I could see him blush and I laughed.

"Well, whats your name?"

"We just met and you wanna' be friends, "he asked me in an are you out of you're mind tone.

"Yeah, I'm halfway crazy. Now you met me and you'll have to deal with it."

He slightly chuckled.

"I'm Finley."

"Tyler, "he murmured.

"Cool name, whats your phone number?"

"1-709- Hey!"

"Gotcha! Don't worry I wasn't paying attention."

He face-palmed.

"Okay, see ya' around?"

"Sure."

I skipped off to lunch and happily ate my surprisingly still hot spaghettio's. I put my headphones on and zoned out.

Lunch ended and so did I. My bag was zipped up this time when I ran off to my drama class.

I saw Tia slip into the class happily. Tia jesus. She's always happy and everyones her friend. But she's my friend I can't judge. I ran into class and started unpacking my things.

Tia wore a tye die baggy shirt with short jeans and had kinda brown blonde hair, you could never really tell what color is was. I personally think it changed color with her emotions, that would be pretty damn cool.

I sat next to her.

"Omigawsh I haven't seen you since like two days ago!"

I face-palmed. Tia was always full of energy. She was super cute and bubbly and just girly in general. I was more of a tomboy.

I wore a black beanie, covering dirty blonde short hair. I had a dark grey sweatshirt like jacket with rolled up sleeves and a jean vest on top of that. I had purple glasses and jeggings under my jean shorts. I wore either brown fur boots or grey converse. My eyes were emerald green and I hardly wore any makeup except for concealer under my eyes and very rarely lip gloss. I was basically the definition of a hipster.

Our drama teacher was nice and fun, but when you made her made she was a velociraptor strapped to a pig. Me and Tia basically talked the whole time because she gave us free time so she could grade some papers.