Art Magic

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He sat alone all the time. Never looked up to anyone or even bothered to participate in class. But art was his favorite class. You could tell because once the bell rang and class was settled and we’d all start working on our latest masterpieces, he would put his headphones in. He would pick up a paintbrush and begin working his beautiful magic.

Submitted: March 28, 2017

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He sat alone all the time. Never looked up to anyone or even bothered to participate in class. But art was his favorite class. You could tell because once the bell rang and class was settled and we’d all start working on our latest masterpieces, he would put his headphones in. He would pick up a paintbrush and begin working his beautiful magic.  

He wasn’t that popular jock kind of cute. He didn’t wear shirts that showed off his muscles and he didn’t have basic blue eyes that most girls melted for. He wasn’t the kind of guy that every girl wanted to take to homecoming or prom. He wore loose fitting shirts, faded jeans, and Converse. He usually wore his hair in a ponytail that way you could see his light green eyes and if you looked close enough, you could see those random flecks of brown that came from his mom.

I would watch him from the back of class, admiring his essence and falling in love with a boy who would never look back at me.

It was one particular day of crap when nothing went my way at all. First off, my phone didn’t charge the night before so I overslept. Then I woke up to pouring rain that caused my mascara and eyeliner to smear a little, but I didn’t even bother to fix it once I got to school because I was already late. Second period we had a pop quiz which I’m sure I failed. It was still pouring when school was finally over and I left late. When I went to my car, my car wouldn’t start and I was only getting soaked by the second. The principal had already left and locked all the doors because he does that every Friday afternoon. I was standing outside and I figured I might as well walk home since I was already saturated with water. I only lived 20 walking minutes from my school so I made my way. I was walking for about 5 minutes. A car drove by me so fast that it splashed even more water on me. I stopped to look down at the damage it did to my clothes. I looked up again to see the car backing up towards me. A window rolled down and there he was.

“Wow Tori. A girl like you shouldn’t be walking around in weather like this,” he softly chuckled and I would immediately feel my face turning red.

“What do you mean “a girl like me?” I asked.

“Get in and I’ll explain it to you,” he smiled and opened the door.

 


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