Ch3 The Art Class

I reached the door to the Art room and gently pushed it open. I sighed. It was just as I suspected. Noisy and a bit messy with Sasori-senpai and Deidara-senpai at the back as the prime suspects as usual.

"Troublesome," I breathed, walking towards my usual seat, the one at the back to the left near the window. It kinda gives me inspiration whenever I look at the beautiful view outside full of sandy beaches and barely any grass or concrete. Just sand. That's probably why the city's called Suna.

Before I could sit on my chair, I felt someone bump on me and I turned around and saw no other than Deidara-senpai and Sasori-senpai. Those were such goofs.

I turned again to my chair and tried to sit but before my butt could hit the smooth flat wood, I was dragged to the other side of the room by a black blur. Kankuro, I thought, gritting my teeth.

"Shikamaru," he whispered. "Don't mess with those punks. I told you before right?"

"Psh," I said, shrugging out of his grip. "Maybe they're only like that to you. Not to me, bro. Lighten up a bit and open up to them. They're nice, I'm telling you."

I smile and leave, taking a seat on my chair, my dear darling chair that is rightfully mine. I brought out my sketch, what else would I do? The teacher is not yet here anyways.

I feel people crowding me as I continued drawing. I heard whispers about how good my drawing is and I can't help but be embarrassed. My drawing can't be that good, right? In 3 minutes, the drawing was finished and in another 5 minutes, I finished inking it and erasing the pencil marks.

The door opened, announcing the arrival of our Art Professor. We all turned to door seeing our Professor who is apparently Ebizou-sama. "Konnichiwa Ebizou-sama," the class greeted, bowing.

"Konnichiwa, minna," Ebizou-sama

greeted in return. "Continue what you were doing, thank you. No noise please."

"Hai!"

I turned back to my drawing and so did the crowd. I didn't want to show the other one so I brought out some watercolor pencils and started to color

it. Blue for the sky, yellow and orange for the sun, forest and apple green for the grass and probably some hints of brown for the dirt. Bright red for the flowers and yellow-orange and light brown for Ino's clothes. Light yellow for her hair and aquamarine for her eyes and beige for our skin. Oh, before I forget; black for the shadows, blue for my shirt and light brown for my shorts, black for my hair, brown for my eyes and probably blue for our slippers. Done!

I stretched my arms and took a peek at the crowd, staring with huge creepy smiles. I stood up walking over to the sink nearby and put a bit of water in a small container and put it on a table beside a canvas at the back. I went over to my chair and grabbed my paintbrushes and my sketchpad. I walked back to the canvas and sat down, ripping the drawing and put it on the easel. With that, I grabbed my rag, put it on the table, grabbed the water and a paintbrush and started to paint, or rather, put water on the drawing.

If you don't get it, watercolor pencils are special colored pencils. Its lead is probably made of watercolor, I think. When you put water to it, it becomes paint. So, yeah.

The bell rang soon and I just finished the last stroke in my painting. Turned out that the only people who were able to get something done are me, Sasori-senpai, Deidara-senpai, Kankuro and some others. The rest were either watching me or sleeping.

There was a sound of chair legs being dragged over the wooden floor and we all turned in the direction of Ebizou-sama and greeted him goodbye. He left the room and so did others. I decided to leave my painting here for a while and I can get it back later. It isn't really that bad when you look at it. It's actually very interesting. Yeah, let's go with interesting.

I clean my paintbrushes and put back the containers. I leave the rag near the sink and I move the easel in one corner. I sign my name on the bottom-right-corner and I pick up my stuff and leave the room.