me: OH. EM. GEE. I hazent updated in like FOEVAH!
iggy: because you're a lazy bum.
me: well arent you a nice fanfic boyfriend.
iggy: but you have to love me.
me: I don't HAVE to yah know.
iggy: suuuuure. just let your readers find where u live and kill you in ur sleep why don't you.
me: who says they'll do that? I don't think anyone likes Jiggy THAT much. and even if they do its hard to tell.
iggy: blah blah blah. just be quiet.
me: *shrug* kk.
DISCLAIMER: I sadly don't own any of the charecters in my story. all of them are either James Patterson's or real people that I know... x3
Chapter 37
"Voila!" I shouted taking a step back from my finished Iggy painting and blowing a piece of curly, stray hair from my eyes.
It had only taken me 30 minutes and it looked wonderful. I had painted Iggy sitting on my bed, drawing. I had always thought of the way he held his pencil and the way a crease formed in between his eyebrows when he concentrated as beautiful and elegant so it wasn't hard coming up with something to paint for Mrs. Kendrick's class.
"okay students," Mrs. Kendricks said walking to the front of the class and clapping her hands to get our attention, "I expect everyone is done, so are there any volunteers to share what they think of when they hear the word 'beautiful'?"
Only a few people's hands went up and Iggy, Nathan, and I were a part of those few.
"Okay, how about you Nathan?" Mrs. Kendricks said smiling warmly at Nathan.
"Sure, teach," Nathan grabbed his art canvas and went to the front of the class. He held it up so we could see and on it was a painting of Mrs. Kendricks. "I painted Mrs. Kendricks because when I hear beautiful I think of her."
Mrs. Kendricks blushed and smiled at Nathan again and said thank you. Next she called me up.
My heart started to do backflips and my stomach joined it, but I still grabbed my Iggy painting and went to the front of the class. When I held up the painting I didn't have to say a word before everyone busted into a chorus of "Aw"s. I felt my face get hotter and I smiled down at my feet so I wouldn't have to make eye contact with Iggy.
"That was very adorable, Lynn," Mrs. Kendricks told me, her smile widening. Then she turned to Iggy, "Jeff, your turn."
He nodded and went to the front with his painting. I was thinking of the millions of different things that he could've drawn when I heard a few people gasp. My face got hot again when I saw what they were all gasping about; Iggy's painting. It was of me, except I didn't look like my normal self. My hair was curled into gorgeous ringlets and they framed my face perfectly, something only Iggy would be able to paint. Also, I was in a lavender colored prom dress that looked floor-length and was slightly poufy, but not as poufy as my white dress in The Dream. Iggy looked straight at me and smiled. Inside, I melted into a puddle, but outside, I just smiled back. Finally, the bell rang and Mrs. Kendricks gave us instructions to keep our paintings where they were and that we were to draw at least 2 pictures tonight in our art journals.
"You are so lucky to have Iggy as a boyfriend," a few girls told me as they walked past.
My face deepened its shade of red and I bent down to get my bag. When I straightened up I felt Iggy's arms snake around my waist. I didn't think I could blush harder than I already was but apparently I can because I felt my face growing hotter and hotter as Zach and the boys walked past, whistling. Iggy laughed and let me go, taking my hand instead. Together we walked to the 600 hall and made our way through the crowd of preppy dressed high schoolers and to Mrs. Vermont's (A/N Mrs. Vermont & E-P aren't related…*secret giggle*) class, AKA drama class.
"I wonder what embarrassing thing Mrs. Vermont will make us do today," Iggy whispered as we took our seats in the circle of blue chairs outlining the perimeter of the large room.
I suppressed a few giggles as Mrs. Vermont walked into the room and shut the door when the bell rang. She made her way to the middle of the circle and looked around at all of us, smiling her toothy grin.
"Good morning, children of the arts," she said dramatically.
"Good morning, Mrs. Vermont," the class chorused.
"Today, we are going to learn about improvisation," Mrs. Vermont told us, walking in a big circle so she could see each of our faces.
I raised my hand and she nodded at me to speak. "What's improvisation, Mrs. Vermont?" I asked trying to remember the few drama classes I took at my old school before the Flock.
"That's a very good question, and I shall answer it for you," she started. "Jeff, will you be my example?"
"Sure, Mrs. Vermont," Iggy said standing up and walking over to stand next to her in the middle of the circle.
"Improvisation is an acting technique where the actor makes up his own lines based on how he thinks his character feels and how he thinks they would react," Mrs. Vermont explained. Then she added, "So we need to give Mr. Jeff here a character and a scenario. Anyone got something good?"
A red head girl who's name I remembered to Sydney raised her hand.
"What about you, Sydney?" Mrs. Vermont turned to her with a smile.
"He's an old man who's lost most of his hearing and is going to the grocery store," Sydney said proudly.
"Do you think we would need more actors and actresses for that?" Mrs. Vermont mused aloud.
"I'll be the cashier," Sydney volunteered getting out of her seat and joining Iggy in the middle of the circle.
"I'll be another costumer," a tall, dark-skinned boy named Nick got up to and joined the two.
"I think Lynn should be Jeff's wife," a girl from my art class said with a wink at Iggy and I.
I felt my face heat up and was relieved when Mrs. Vermont just brushed her off. "No, no. Jeff doesn't need a wife in this skit," she told the girl taking Iggy's seat next to me.
"Darn," the girl muttered silently giggling with her friends.
"Now…action!" Mrs. Vermont shouted next to me as the three students in the middle of our circle took their places.
"Excuse me, sunny," Iggy tapped on Nick's shoulder. Iggy was walking with his back hunched and his voice sounded raspy as if he really was an elderly man.
I chuckled and watched as the three teenagers, one of which I longed to be near, acted their parts for the remainder of class. The bell rang directly after Nick, Sydney, and Iggy bowed and accepted the class's applause with great appreciation. As everyone filed out of the classroom, I walked to Iggy, handing him his book bag, and took his hand in mine.
"You make a good old man, you know," I smiled up at him and we both laughed before he responded.
"You would make a good elf, you know."
"I really don't understand how that has anything to do with anything. Especially since im not short and I don't have pointy ears."
"Ever heard of using your imagination?" Iggy laughed as we walked into room 305 which was where we were being forced to learn about scientifical crap.
me: I cant tell how long this was...I think its long.
iggy: are you in a dumb mood today, Ja?
me: what do you think? –.–
iggy: well someones grouchy...
me:NOT ANYMORE! :D
iggy: scary... O.o
Hi! time for a solo A/N...im terribly sorry I havent talked to you guys in like aa month...but ive been super busy (not really) and im sure bex has been to. i feel epically guilty that I have to rely on bexie to update for me...thank you sooooooooo much bex! I owe u time a GAZILLION! well I just wanted to say that..and ive made an epical decision...I might give up on this fanfic...it hasn't really had much reviews considering how long ive had it up...tell me if u think I should keep goin or not...
((BEX: EEEEP! don't let her give it up, guys!))
love you fanfic peeps :3
Jaleese Lynn
((Sorry, Ja, I'm using your FF to give at least two people who read your stories a message sbout my story. I'm soooooo sorry I havent updated. I havent found th time lately but I will just please be patient wih me! TA, Bex))