The Diary of Feliks Łukasiewicz
Tuesday
Today was my first day at Embassy High. It's actually pretty nice; it's got some trees out front, and these big wooden front doors. The halls are big and roomy, and the rooms are nice and airy. That's good, because there are a lot of students. Of course almost half are international, that's the whole purpose for the school.
The kids are pretty nice, too. I met this Italian boy in art class (third hour.) His name is Veniciano, and he has the cutest Italian accent. He introduced me to a bunch of his friends at lunch: Ludwig, Eduard, Raivis, Alfred, Kiku, and Toris. Toris is, like, totally quiet. He hasn't said more than a word or two. I'm thinking he's maybe sick or something. At lunch, he didn't even say hi to me. I thought he was just being totally rude, but then he stood up and left with this odd look on his face. And in English class, he kept staring in my direction (I couldn't figure out what he was staring at) while I was drawing him. After class, the teacher, Ms. Ordowitz, called us up and told us to pay more attention. She asked to see my notebook, too.
But here's the bad part: I was drawing Hester from our novel, The Scarlet Letter, and I needed a reference. So I drew Toris, and put him in a Puritan dress, and drew an A on the chest. I figured I'd get in big trouble, because drawing a male classmate in a dress if he doesn't wear one could technically be called sexual harassment. I think. Anyway, I didn't get in trouble. Ms. Ordowitz just smiled and told me I had a lot of talent.
And here's another thing: While I was drawing Toris, I got a good look at him. I've got his face memorized. And I can't stop thinking about it. About him.
I think... I think I like him.