Ludwig had no other name for the buzzing that was ringing now through his head other than sheer, unadulterated boredom.
It was the middle of geometry, a class which Ludwig found to be painfully elementary in itself, but with a test coming up soon the teacher had elected to allow the students a day or two of independent review. Being that Ludwig was several chapters ahead in his textbook, this left him with absolutely nothing to do.
He drummed his fingers on the desk impatiently. An attempt to make this tapping somewhat musical ended in utter failure, and he quickly forced himself to keep his hands still.
He looked over at the desk to his right. Normally Feliciana would be sitting there, but she'd caught the flu quite suddenly the night before and in all likelihood would be missing the next few days of school - and their geometry exam.
If she was here now, she would probably be talking his ear off.
He sighed, resigned himself to the fact that it was bound to happen sooner or later, and pulled out his cell phone. Texting during class was, of course, a breach of school policy, but for once in his life Ludwig couldn't bring himself to care. He slid open the keyboard and began composing a new text message to speed dial #2.
You're missing a review class. We're not doing ANYTHING.
He sent the message and held his phone discreetly behind his books so that he would be able to see when she replied.
O no. Ur bored 2 tears, arnt u?
Ludwig couldn't help but smile. People always seemed surprised that the two were best friends, but it made sense - she knew him so well.
Yes, I am. I need something to DO!
Briefly considering whether it was possible to emote the gesture of smashing one's skull against a textbook, he sent his reply.
Feliciana's came just a moment later. Try drawing!
Ludwig blanched. He definitely could NOT draw. That option was out.
He looked back to read the rest of her message. & dont even try 2 tell me u cant draw. u just havnt spent enough time on it. Give it a class period. u'll come up w something.
He rolled his eyes. Fine, he replied, but don't expect me to show you.
i want 2 hear all about it tho! Good luck! :)
Ludwig stared down at the notebook in front of him, into which he had been prepared to take some lecture notes. Not really sure how to start, he set his pencil to the page.
He began by drawing some random strokes here and there, swooping, curling things with no real direction. After a few moments it occurred to him that they looked something like a pair of eyes, and he set about trying to shape them more so. They were big and wide, and they stared up at him, begging for more context. An eyelash here, some laugh lines there... He drew thinly curving eyebrows and slid a nose down the middle, which of course demanded a light spattering of freckles...
When the bell rang nearly an hour later, Ludwig looked down at the face he'd drawn, glad Feliciana wasn't expecting to see it. Because while it certainly didn't look like one of Feli's portraits, it did bear a striking resemblance to her face.
Ludwig contemplated it for a moment, then tore it from his notebook and tucked it safely into his backpack. The picture was good, but it didn't do her justice at all. With all the practice Ludwig would need, he figured it would be a long while before he ever got bored again.
Next one's BOUNCY. You wouldn't BELIEVE how mean that prompt was to me. But I am extremely happy with the way it turned out, so you have that to look forward to.
I know this one was short, but I would still appreciate your thoughts. ;)