Okay, so I'm sorry it took me so long to update. I got really distracted. But honestly, the reviews you guys have left have really motivated me to keep writing this. I am listening to what you guys have said and I will definitely try to make these much longer.
(Sorry if there are grammar mistakes, I don't mean to, it's just that I'm writing this up via iPhone and I'm sure know how that is.)
Also. Because I just really wanted to post this, if you guys like it, leave a review. I have a couple ideas for a part two.
Prompt: Maya and Lucas sit next to each other in art class. Wouldn't be a problem if Maya weren't left handed.
"Class," Ms. Kossal says as everyone shuffles in. "We are starting a new subject: sketching." Sighs of relief echo throughout the classroom. "And because we are now sketching, you will no longer be sitting in front of the easels. Instead, all of you will be placed at a table with one other person." Whispers bounce around in the crowd of people. Its accompanied by the movement of friends inching closer in hopes of sitting together. " Ms. Hart, you helped me clean up at the end of Tuesday's class, why don't you sit first?"
Everybody is silent; the soft clack of her heeled boots taking her to her new seat is the only sound. She slides into a seat in the second row, on the left. More whispers ring through the room, everyone is worried that whoever is called next will take the table they want."
"Alright, let's start moving things along now!" Ms. Kossal's voice is chipper and upbeat as she points at 7 more students. As the first walks by her, she reminds them that they must all choose an empty table.
Maya's eyes don't leave the group of eight people standing by the doorway that have yet to be seated.
"Is everyone satisfied with their seats?" Ms. Kossal asks the seated students. Nodding and quiet mhhhmm's with a couple yes's and a student or two sliding over to the other seat respond. "Okay then. Where ever you are seated now is your seat for the remainder of the unit." She turns back to face the standing students. Ms. Kossal points at students then to where they'll sit. About a minute later, everyone has a partner- except Maya. Which certainly doesn't bother her.
"Now, class, you will each use the pencil and paper I've provided to draw me a picture. It can be a doodle, it can be an elaborate portrait, I don't care. If you can't think of something, just close your eyes, whatever comes to your mind when your eyes are closed, you have to sketch. You have the rest of class. Begin."
Maya looks down at the blank paper and furrows her brow. What should she draw? She does a quick sweep of the classroom; nothing jumps out at her. Maya does as her art teacher instructed and closes her eyes. Nothing has yet come to her when she hears the sound of the door shutting, a quick but quiet apology, and the chair to her left sliding out.
Her eyes fly open and her head whips to the side to see- Ranger Rick.
"Sorry, Maya," his voice is low, soft and genuine.
"Hmm." Is all Maya has to say in reply. She closes her eyes again to feign disinterest, knowing full well how much it'll annoy him. A second later, an image pops into her mind. The perfect thing to sketch.
She lightly drags the pencil across the paper to create a long curve, one that takes up approximately half of the page. Maya lifts her hand to draw another light line across the page, a bit below the first, but this time opening upward. Another lift of the pencil and reset to much straighter line. She's about three quarters way across the page when her elbow runs into something.
Her line now has a rather large zig in it. Eyebrows furrowed again, she raised from her seat to fetch an eraser from the bucket in the front of the class room. Her fingers catch one and she heads back to her seat. She's begins to erase lightly, first right, then left. Strokes growing larger each time.
Then, the third time going across, she bumps into something again. Unwilling to look up to find the root of her issue, she simply takes it back to the right, then pulls left, brow dropping for the third time this class period and a confused look covers her face for the first time this period.
She looks to her left, hand ready to slide whatever it is that she's hitting out of the way. Her hand is drawn back sharply when her eyes meet Lucas's, his expression is one more of surprise than confusion.
"What are you making that face for, Huckleberry?"
He chuckles. He would never ever tell her, but he thinks it's cute when she gets defensive about small things.
"Huh, Ranger Rick?" She says a bit louder, expecting a reply.
"When you were drawing, and you hit my arm, then when you were erasing, and you hit my arm, what exactly did you think you were going to accomplish by doing the same thing?"
"Well, Huckleberry, I was thinking it was one of those problems that just disappears."
Lucas rolls his eyes. "If this is going to work, we're going to need to establish a border."
"Right you are, Ranger Rick." Maya nods decisively in agreement. She picks the eraser and sets it down in between them, much closer to him than her.
"Maya, you don't get more space than me." He tells her.
"Well why not? I got here first. 'Cause I was actually on time."
At that he actually laughs aloud.
"What's so funny, Huckleberry?"
"Maya, this is the only class you're on time to. You're even late to lunch."
Her eyes flash at him. "So?"
"So I don't really think that you get to talk to me about being on time."
"Why's that? Is it 'cause you're 'Lucas the Good'?"
"Oh, God. I thought that was dead."
"Nope. I'll never retire that one." Her head goes back down towards her paper as she lightly sketches out some shapes.
"Maya, you're still on my half," Lucas tells her.
Maya looks back up with pursed lips. "Ranger Rick, was I not clear before?" She cocks her head slightly. "The eraser is the line." She points at the eraser. "And my arm," she wildly dramatizes her sketch strokes, "never crossed it." Her eyes narrow and her nostrils flare up a bit, challenging- daring him to counter.
"Oh, Maya. Short little stack of pancakes, Maya," her expression grows angrier and he grins. "That line," he imitates her and points to the eraser as well, "is not in the middle."
"The middle?" Maya scoffs. "I didn't mean to put it in the middle because I deserve more space than you."
"Oh really? And why is that?"
"Because you're nothing but a Huckleberry. And Huckleberries don't deserve half of the table."
"Maya! You have like a foot of space on your right side!" He eyes the extra space incredulously.
"It's not extra space. If you weren't such a Ranger Rick, you'd know that."
"Not extra space, huh? Then what are you using it for?"
Maya is silent, facing her sketch. Lucas takes that to mean he won. He grins and goes back to his own sketch.
"Hey, Huckleberry," Maya says to get him to look up at her, "HAHURRR!" She says loudly. Their noses are practically touching, a giant shit eating grin on Maya's face. She pulls away and turns back to her paper, smile never leaving her face.
A couple minutes later, the bell rings.
"See Ya tomorrow, Art Partner!" He beams broadly at her and strolls out.
So yeah I guess that was pretty short but I do have plenty of ideas so be sure to say so if you would like me to write part 2. Or if you have any other prompts or ideas you'd like me to do, I will certainly try!
