I reached my destination in time, thanks to Riku. I noticed after a while, that when I say his name, I kind of get a feeling of, I don't know, worry-ness. I guess it just because I don't have a full trust in him, or something along the lines of that. Im sure the feeling will just drift away (right?).

Anyway, I was about to open the door, when it swung open (almost smacking me in the face). A boy about my age or older came out carrying a heavy box.

His hair was black/purple-ish (could be blue, or maybe gray), and some of it came over his face, it was a little shorter than shoulder length. One side of it just stayed straight, while the other side covered his face, and stuck outwards. Surprisingly, his eyes matched his eyes. He wore all black, head to toe. Even his hooded jacket was black; at least it had silver slashes on the back. He seemed to be the type who never really talks, and always reads (sounds familiar). "Oh…sorry…" was all he said. He had a name tag oh his jacket, "Zexion" it read. Sounds nice, but somehow creepy.

I titled my head to see what it looked like inside the room.

The walls were splattered with all colors; it looked a tornado of paint went through the room. The benches, were you to sit down, were the same, they also were different shapes; weird. The easels were the shape of different animals; I repeat weird.

As I looked around, Zexion asked, "Are going to go in because you're in my way." He said in an irritated tone. " Oh…sorry!" I said, and took a seat near the window. He sat near the back of the class, and pulled out a book, then read. I figured he was just some "Aid" or something so he didn't have to participate.

" Hello, you must be Namine, right?" asked the teacher. She was near her late 20ies. I could tell, and plus she had a shirt that said so (I don't get it either). Her pants were faded, as was her shirt. I could tell she was wacko. "Y-yes." She actually startled me when she came up to me, and shook my hand (I didn't offer it, neither did she). "Well, welcome. I'll just hurry up and give you the assignment, and after that I'll introduce you to the class, okay!" she informed. "That's fine." The more time I had to myself, the better. The "class" were all teenager like me but they all were so, gloomy.

I wanted nothing to do with anyone, but my mum insisted I come here ever 2 weeks. To help "boost" my artistic skills, was her explanation. I still think I am just fine without the classes.

" All right. The assignment is to draw whatever pops into your mind, and then to add words of your emotions, as scenery for your picture, okay!" she said in her "high-cheerleader" voice. "Sure." I said.

L8TER

My art was soon finished. It was surprisingly a picture of the heartless. They were on my mind since I hadn't seen them in my dreams, or reality. They eyes were filled with the despair I always saw, and their bodies were dark with anguish. The words I added later were the words, and thoughts that they had entered into my head. I figured the teacher just thought it was something I saw in a movie, so I didn't care if she read it. I stared at them for a while. I added a little sign on their chests.

It was a heart (sort of) that had red outlines, and some of the red curved inside the heart; while at the bottom it curved outward, on each side.

I liked it. It appeared to me, out of nowhere. It sort of reminded me of something, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The style of it just grazed off my fingers, and onto the paper. My thoughts at the time were somewhat near blank, to tell you the truth. THAT DOESN"T MEAN BLONDES ARE AIRHEADS THOUGH! I just spaced out into nothing, and drew.

A/N: I stand up for all blondies out there! I hate blonde jokes.Even though I black hair

After the lesson

After calling Kairi to tell her that I was going to be late, I decided to take the shortcut home.

Luckily, the teacher of mine liked my art, and actually wanted to send it to some cheap museum.

Flashback:

"Oh my, my, Miss Namine, that is so exquisite!" she praised. This was right after the lesson was over, so no one else heard besides her "aid", Zexion.

"Thank you ma'am." I sighed. I expected her to say that. She was very predictable for some reason.

"I think I am going to send this to "Dep.#3!" she said, still holding the picture.

" 'Dep.#3'?" I asked.

" A place where I sow off all of my students best work. I rented over by the docks, so tourists could see it!" She explained. " I feel so honored ma'am." I said sheepishly. This was the first time I had my art in any place or window.
" You should, Im famous you know!" she joked (I hoped). She placed my art inside a cylinder tube, and grabbed all her things.

" Well, see you whenever I see, Miss Namine!" she waved, left the room with her "aid".

End Of Flashback

I was, and still am, that someone really likes my portrait of evil! I guess that was a bit much, huh? Let's get back to my way home. I might start bragging, and I hate that, I really do.

Which is exactly why I despise Seifer.

Ever since I turned him down (dating him, ew!) he is holding a grudge against every guy that talks to me. What an immature, superficial, self-centered, spoiled pest!

Told you I despise him, I even loathe him. What I really don't understand, is why he thinks he is so handsome? He looks like a cross between a donkey, and a freaking chimp! A/N: couldn't come up with anything else, sorry

But, whatever, as long as he doesn't do anything extremely stupid, I wont kill him.

My destination wasn't home first. I needed to think about something. So I went to the only place, that no one can bother me.

A/N: OOoo, where is Namine going?Is she oing to kill Seifer after all?Only I know!...Yeah, that was really retarded huh?I just needed something stoopid to say, im really bored.

C ya l8ter!