Clouds:
Please don't stare at me, please!
I tried to sneak into the building through the back, trying my hardest to seem small. I wanted to avoid as many eyes as possible, I didn't want a single pair to set their gazes on me, I wanted to be invisible!
I stepped into the building relieved to find that no one was in that area. I walked down what seemed to be the main hall, I stopped when I saw a door with a big Front Office sign at the top of it. Inside was a lady with pasty white skin and pale blonde hair, I stood there staring not wanting to go in. She looked like a woman in her mid forties, a little lonely, but the type that would sit and listen to your troubles, and love you no matter what. She looked up and motioned me in, I broke out of my stupor and opened the door a little afraid for no reason.
She looked like a nice person...I hope she's a nice person, please be nice!
"Hello, what can I help you with?" she smiled, it was a nice smile, a very kind one.
"Umm...hi. Today's my first day, my mom told me that I'd be able to get my schedule and everything here?" I said trying my hardest not to make my voice sound shaky.
"Oh, right......uhh Nat...Natsumi Tokuhashi?" she asked a little unsure.
"Yup, that's me." I forced a smile.
"Okay, well your stuff's all here. I'm going to need this paper with all your teachers' signatures by the end of the week, if you can bring it in earlier please feel free to. And if you have any questions or concerns you can come back here and ask me or anyone of the teachers you see around, we'd be happy to help with anything. Good luck, have fun!" those last words sounded like the axe at a chopping block.
I swallowed back my fear and forced another smile, "Thank you."
I walked out trying not to slump over, I looked down at my schedule. Okay, let's see...first period, human bio with Whetton in room W18. I'm guessing that's W for west wing since my next class is in E02. And if I'm right then that means that my locker is in the east wing somewhere as well.
I went up a pair of stairs that led me to where my first class should be. I stopped when I saw that the entire first hall was closed, maybe there's an open door on the next hall? People were starting to come upstairs now, maybe the bell was going to ring soon?
Then, sure enough the bell did ring. I looked over and a heavy set man was propping the doors open to the first hall. I walked in along with the rest of the others. I almost groaned out loud as I saw the lockers, stacked lockers. Please don't let me have a bottom one...I looked at the locker numbers. All the even numbers were on the top and the odds on the bottom. I glanced at my locker number, bottom... no! Yet another year of getting stepped on and shoved...karma hates me, to the core.
I sighed in dispair and went to my locker, W181...37......21...9. I kneeled down amd yanked it open, I shoved my coat in and kicked it shut. I was about to congratulate myself when I tripped and ran into the wall.
"Shit!" I muttered.
I felt like my face was red hot, I picked myself up and looked at the floor too embarassed to look anywhere else.
I only looked up when I got to class, I looked around for the teacher. She was at the front of room in the center, sitting there beaming with an overly nice smile. I walked up watching out for things on the floor, not wanting to fall yet again.
"Hello!" she chimed.
"Hi." I smiled attentively as I handed her a paper.
"How do you say your name?" she asked curiously as she signed the paper.
"It's Natsumi, but you can me Mi."
"That's pretty, well, Mi welcome...I'm Ms. Whetton. Um, now, let's see where should I put you?" she said as she took her glasses off. She had pretty bright blue eyes that brought out her peachy cheeks. She was probably the type that never had to worry about having a guy with her, I was a little envious. "How about we put you in the empty table, it's on the left side of the room up front. Lane sits there too, but he's not here today. It's in front of Shel and Quin" she said as she pointed at a squabbling pair.
"Thanks." I smiled as I walked away.
"Hi! What's your name, you're the new girl right? I'm Shel, what grade are you in, what's your name? Oh, this is Quin!" a blonde said without pausing, I was a little amazed that she didn't pass out.
"Sorry, she gets a little ditzy sometimes...well all the time. She is blonde after all. So, what was your name?" the boy named Quin asked. He had yellow-like eyes and rosy cheeks with a twinkling smile. He looked nice, but impatient.
"You can call me Mi." I smiled.
"So, where'd you move from?" Shel asked curiously.
"No where special, just northern Utah." I said looking down at a book.
"Is it hot there?" Quin asked.
"Yeah during the summer, but it snows there, so it's cold too. We just don't get too much rain is all." I said a little bored.
"So, how come you moved here?" Shel asked.
"My mom lives here...she's uh, Edie Wayward. Do you know her?" they must know her, she's lived here practically her whole life.
"Really?! But she's so young, she never mentioned you. How old are you anyway?" Quin asked a little skeptical.
"I'll be seventeen in two weeks, why?"
"That means she was what, seventeen or eighteen when she had you right?" I saw him count on his fingers.
"She was seventeen. Everybody thought that I was her baby sister because my grandparents didn't want her to be exposed. So my grandma raised me till I was about four, that's when my mom and real father got married and moved out, so I went with them." I explained.
"So how come you didn't move back with her when she did?" they were confused now.
"They were divorced within the next year and a couple of years later things happened so my aunt took me and my mother moved back here to take care of my grandparents." I said clearing things up.
"Oh." they said as Ms. Whetton started the class.
*****
"That class is a complete waste of my time! I don't understand why I had to take it, but then again it was either that or biology. And I'd hate to have to study plants or animals!" Shel muttered as she walked out.
"Bye. So, what's your next class...Mi?" Quin asked patiently.
"Uh...let's see, painting with Daynes?"
"Oh, that's close by mine...I'll show you where it is." he said happily.
"Thanks." I said as I followed him.
"So, do you have any brothers or sisters?" he asked trying to start a conversation.
"Well...no. No, I don't." I hesitated.
"You're fortunate...I have three annoying little sisters. They never leave me alone." he rolled his eyes.
"Well, at least you're never lonely." I laughed.
"Yeah...well, this is it. I'll see ya later...maybe." he waved.
"Yeah, maybe...thanks." I smiled.
Before I could even step all the way in I was ambushed by an extremely tall and thin woman. "Hello! It's very nice to finally meet you, Natsumi! You're mother sent me some of your pieces and I've been excitedly awaiting your arrival! You're a wonderful artist, I love your color usage and form. It has such a lovely romantic feeling."
"Umm...thank you?" I said a little disgruntled.
"Are you planning on going into a career that holds some type of art background? It'd be terrible to waste such a beautiful talent." Daynes interrogated.
"Definetly, but I'm not sure exactly what yet." I answered honestly. I looked around a little lost.
"Oh...you can sit anywhere you feel comfortable, you could take up an entire row if you wanted, as long as it's enough space for you. I'm looking forward to having you here and seeing your paintings." she said sounding whole hearted.
"As am I." I muttered as I sat down in the table farthest from everyone.
I glanced at everyone else they all seemed to be busy with projects. Exactly what I liked, a serious arts class with silence and low interaction. Call me a freak for being so afraid of people, but it's the truth. I wouldn't talk unless there was a question that needed to be answered, or if I absolutely had to.
Let's see, what do I do? I'm definetly bringing my things tomorrow...I hate doing nothing in a productive enviroment.
"Please make sure to bring your stuff tomorrow...you can just sketch if you want to today, Natsumi." Daynes answered my question.
"Yeah, thanks." I said as I took out a sketchbook.
Isn't it funny how sometimes you find yourself doing something without really actually deciding you'd do it in the first place? Well that's how my art was, one second I was thinking about what I would do and the next second there was already a pair of eyes being drawn on the page. I had no idea where it all came from, but it seemed like my head or my heart already had these faces and scenes locked inside me, tight. They all seemed familiar, like past dreams or memories I'd kept out of sight. Almost like I was trying my hardest to keep them, but forget them at the same time.
And now here on this page there was a pair of pretty gray-green eyes that I was trying my hardest to concectrate on. The way they were set deep beneath the bold black eyebrows, the way the nose went straight down and created a perfect dip right in the center, I loved the way that the lips were full, but not too much...and the way that the top lip was fuller than the bottom and just enough that it created a natural smile.
I found myself slowing smiling at the intensity of this drawing, too realistic and familiar, too beautiful. He must be something beautiful, someone like this? His long disheveled ebony hair, made me want to sigh. What a joke I am, who was I, a girl swooning over a drawing? His cheekbones were high, his jaw was square, and his eyelashes tremendously long...this is too much, if only he were flesh and blood. Because there's no sense in dreaming of such perfection, when there's no such him in life. Did the saying, "Far better than a dream girl is one of flesh and blood, one kind and loving, and right before your eyes." apply to this at all?
I didn't want to stop, I wanted to put more color into him, more life, more love. I wanted to touch him and feel him, I wanted him so much, to be real.
There's no use in discarding this one, he's already permanently imbedded.
Something inside told me his skin should be golden, almost like he glowed. And that the green in his eyes should bleed into the blackish gray, that his cheeks should have faint rosiness to them underneath the goldness.
He seemed like he should be someone great, someone extremely tall and broad...but at the same time he seemed to be missing something, and it was something big. Like a big chunk, or chapters to his story. I just didn't know what, I didn't have a clue. He was just here, clouding my thoughts...and I wanted him to be those clouds.
This isn't all of the chapter, sorry if it's no good...it was a fast type. I'll try to do updates about every week. Thanks for reading! I'll have more for you within the week!