Once in the room, it smelt of dried up paint and paper. It was a decent size room with student drawn pictures plastered all over the walls from the years past. I felt that I was going to enjoy this class a lot. Even though that wasn't the only reason I was going to enjoy it so much.
"Hello everyone I'm Miss Kleyer, your 3-D Advanced Art teacher, since I trust you all won't be any trouble too me I will allow you to all choose your own seats." The teacher had said kindly. Her brunette curly hair fell down behind her back while she sat at her art filled desk. Her face held only a genuine bright smile. Her brown eyes had wrinkles from smiling so many times before, but she could only be at the most 27. Her nose was long and straight with slender lips and big white teeth to go along with her features. She seemed like she was gonna be the best teacher all semester.
I looked around and found a seat in the back, right in front of the back window. Eden followed and sat in the seat to the right of me. There weren't many seats left too choose from anyway, out of all, this was the best choice personally. There was only one seat left to choose from and that one seat was to the left of me.
Right, before the bell rang a tall blonde haired boy stumbled into class apparently coming from detention. What I want to know is how you can get detention on the first day? He wore a heavy jacket, when it was obviously summer while he also long baggy pants. This shall be out of the ordinary. His head was down as he slouched to the seat next to me. His head was on his hand, elbow sitting on the desk. Not even considering my presence, I did the same and ignored him.
"So I thought you didn't want to be in the same class as me? You sitting next me is sort of contradicting yourself isn't it?" I said furtively. For some reason I loved to mess with him, like some how I've known him for years. It's weird though I've actually only known him for a couple of hours. For some reason he acts the same way. Like we've be best friends forever.
"I guess I've changed my mind. I really don't mind being in this class with you. Now if we had some other class together I would most likely have to switch classes." He said smiling brightly.
"Oh well. It's your loss, not mine." I darted back acting as if I didn't care, when really I cared way more than I should. It's like he opened something in me, he opened a talkative side of me, in one day. It's weird but anticipating all in the same joyfulness moments that I have with him.
"That's sure something to think about. Maybe you are right. Well, then you've opened my mind to see that I would love to have another class with you. If we do that is." He said honestly. I just stared and didn't answer. This is too much, why do I feel this way? I've never felt this way before about anyone, ever, so why should I feel this way now? On top of it all I still can't believe that I've known him only one day. It's just overwhelming that I can tell him anything without being embarrassed.
"Ok, class quiet down." Miss Kleyer paused for us to become silent. "Ok, now I'm not very good with memorizing names so I'll go around say all of your names, alright? I figure it will fit better in my mind if I do it this way." She stated. We all gave slightly moaning yeses.
She went around the room saying everyone's name, then after five or six other kids she finally came around to me. "Ms. Rosaline Cornelia?"
"It's Rose." I stated while raising my hand.
"Alright." She side scribbling my shortened name in place of the original. "Ok, umm, Eden Lyle?" She said looking around the room.
"Here." Eden had said. Miss. Kleyer looked at him then moved onto the next student.
I later learned that that the boy to the left of me was named Blake-Edward Lawrence, he mumbled under his breath that he hated his name, and I had a feeling that it wasn't only his first name that he hated.
That's when it clicked, Eden Lyle. The name that felt so familiar was the name of the boy I knew from that night. The night my father left.
"Eden—." I was suddenly interrupted with the bell.