So I had my math, english, history and science. That's all right? Nope. I guess even a place were you're supposed to learn from learning what you love, there is a class for solely what you're interested in. There was another building that encompasses all the arts. There were two floors of the same size agin, but they were cut up into different sections. One was for 2D art like drawing and one for 3D art like pottery. Across from that was the "art of cooking" room. Next to the kitchen was the computer lab that also had drawing pads, scanners and some more electronic-looking things. Upstairs there was a dark from for old fashioned photos. Also I found a room that was just like a living room, with couches all around the room and a tv on the wall. Then there was the music room, which took up half the second floor. This is where I found our personal driver playing the piano, wait, not just playing. It was more like- he was creating pure wavelengths of emotion- that was more accurate. Yup, he was going to make me cry. What's up with me feeling the need to cry today? I usually only cry myself to sleep… that's off topic. what was I thinking about? Oh, yes. That music. I couldn't stand to leave it and go explore more, I just stood in the door way until he was done with that piece.
I hurried back down the stairs and when to the 3D art room. I din't know exactly what I loved in the sense of all the school projects, but I did like making things. I like making anything I can think up, and don't like having to wait, so I just use what ever's near by. I decided to make polar bear. We would be studying them in science, so why not? It's like I'm studying. Like. Speaking of which, where did Matthew go? He was just here… Oh yeah. Then I went up stairs and got caught by the music. I wonder where he has run off to? Or maybe he's still next to me… I checked, he wasn't. I'm pretty sure….
Then I got started looking for things that reminded me of a polar bear. the first thing I came across was the softest, fluffiest white cloth I've ever had the pleasure of finding. I pick it up and realize it was wrapped around a piece of cardboard and there was defiantly enough to make a stuffed animal. I set it back down and went to the computer lab. I searched up polar bears for a while find out some interesting things before my actual goal. I had no idea that they didn't hibernate. They.. torpor. Also they have black skin. I think I knew that at one point, but then I forgot it sometime ago. When I finally found a polar bear stuffed animal pattern, I printed it out. It was much harder to add a printer to the computer than I thought. I went back to the 3D art room and found a pair of scissors to cut out the pattern. Pinning on the pattern to the cloth, I found to be difficult due to the fluffiness getting in the way. I ended up just tracing it on the less-fuluffified-side. There was a sewing machine in the room, but I didn't like to use them unless they were pre-threaded. The internal parts of the sewing machines confused me to no end.
Soon I found a needle and thread and began to sew. It was quiet in the room, except for a few boys who would come in to get things from time to time. There was one guy I saw who seemed more like a girl, but I hadn't seen them in the girls dorm. Hopefully there wouldn't be anymore surprise girls, I kind of like the fact that there were more guys around. They had (mainly) been nicer to me than anyone at my school would have been. I kept sewing away while my thoughts rambled around and I luckily didn't stab my finger. I would hate to get blood on this bear. It was turning out to be bigger than I had intended, but that was because the printer I had printed to was enormous, and had a roll of paper inside instead of sheets.
When I had successfully sewn it together and added black spots to the paws I was done with sewing. Well, except the opening in the chest where I would stuff the fluff. After searching the drawers and cabinets for stuffing, I finally saw some in a box on top of a cupboard. I was not the tallest girl in the world, so when I tried to reach it, I couldn't. I was so close though! Then I big pale hand easily reached up and brought the box down. I looked to see who it was. He was tall, and had light grey-blonde hair and blue eyes hidden behind rectangular wire rimed glasses. He seemed expressionless, and it was a bit scary, but he had been nice to me! He couldn't be all that scary.
"Hello. I'm Carolyn, and you are?"
He didn't say something back right away, he put the box down on a near by table, pushed his glasses up and then said in a quiet, deep voice, "Berwald."
Then he walked out the door without another word. He was probably shy. Nope, he was mad at me. No, mind be quiet! I can't have someone here dislike me, that would ruin my good streak! I went over to the box overflowing with stuffing, and began to quickly stuff the bear until it looked like it was full enough. Now how am I going to sew this hole up? It would look weird with a seem on the outside. I looked around to get some ideas. I saw a small drawer labeled "Ribbons, Zippers and Buttons" I opened it and pulled out a a zipper. I could sew this on, then zip it up! It would work perfectly. I began my work again, forgetting my troubles of a moment before.
When the I zipped up the zipper, I remembered something, and quickly went off to find some red paper. I cut out a heart shape, unzipped the chest, and place it on the left side. Now it was made with love! What else do I need? I looked it up and down. Hmmm…. A face! Duh! I went back to the drawer where I had found the zipper and pulled out three buttons, two for the eyes and one for the nose. Sewing on buttons was one of the things I'd rather not do, because I had to reach through the chest and stuffing to start the thread without the knot being seen. But I did it eventually, and it was the cutest thing I think I have ever made.
Now what to do with it. I still had some class time left, but not enough to make another one. I had originally planed to make it for myself, but as I went along, I found my self wanting to give it way. Not because I didn't like how it was coming out, but because I liked it. I was probably one of the rare people who the more I like something, the more I want to share it. If I made food, I always made enough for everyone . If I made a mug out of clay, I would glaze it in a way that a family member would like, rather than myself. Even now, I like cats more as an animal than a polar bear. I don't even like stuffed animals really. My mind was already set before I knew it to make this for Matthew. I just had to find him, and give it to him in hopes that he won't think it's silly or childish or something and refuse it. People who refuse my gifts always make me depressed because it means I don't know enough about them to know what they would want. It's like saying I don't know the real them, and I feel gypped out of our friendship.
Carolyn! Back to happy thoughts! Go find Matthew now. I got up, and before finding Matthew like my logical mind was telling me, I dumped the remains of the fluff stuffing into a bag, and put the bear in the box. I even put a red ribbon bow on the top to make it look more like a present. Take that logical mind! I carried it out into the hall and peeked in the computer lab. Nope. The 2D art room? Nope. Kitchen? Yup! I walked in, and set the box on the table before tapping Matthews shoulder. He was wearing an apron, and his hair was back in a small pony tail. Somehow he reminded me of someone else. He seemed more confidant in just the way he stood with a batter covered spoon in his hand. Who was it that he looked like? …. Francis! Thats who he looks like, but there's some one else too, I know there is.
"Hey, Carolyn. What's up?" he asked, even his voice was a bit louder, or was it my imagination?
"Well, um, I made you something." I said then went to pick up the large box on the table.
"Really!? For me?!" He exclaimed, pointing to himself with the spoon, getting batter on his apron.
"Yeah, for you!" I handed him the box and he put the spoon back in the bowl before taking it with both hands and string it on the floor. He pulled on end of the ribbon so the bow undid itself. He paused before opening the flaps and gasped at what he saw. He pulled out he polar bear and hugged it to his chest tightly with a bright smile on his face. I couldn't have been happier at his reaction.