Being with her was never any fun, but it was mandatory. Her greasy brown hair wrapped tight in a somewhat-french bun, her hot breath pulsing down my neck as I tried to relax, and her whiny voice drilling holes into my brain. But what could I possibly do?
She was, after all, my math teacher.
The class dragged slowly on, time clutched tightly to the hands of the impossibly slow clock.
I shifted slightly to rest my weary head on my hand, as my thigh got a sudden reminder of the sharp piece of paper in my pocket.
The note from a beautiful girl with raven-colored hair, and glistening emerald eyes.
Making sure that the teacher was occupied with the student's math problems, I opened the small, folded piece of paper.
Her soft pen strokes illuminated the crumpled paper as I read her thoughts:
Dear Kale,
We met today. Words were exchanged, interested looks were thrown, and I've got something to say to you.
PRENEZ GARDE DES POISSON!
pour L'amore de Clariss...
And that was the beginning of my friendship with Clarissa. The first time I met her, she had that note in her hand, as if she knew beforehand that we were destined to meet. Her soft french accent was almost unnoticeable as she proclaimed that she had become 'enamored' of me, her expressive eyes capturing my undivided attention.
Haylee and Baiyen, on the other hand... were a tad bit more complex.
more in the result...
I had never actually seen these two individuals before. But earlier this morning, I had met a most peculiar but beautiful girl, so my self esteem was especially high.
The pale boy was up against the wall, he looked as if the girl had just slapped him. His flaming red hair in disarray as his dark brown eyes searched the girl's face angrily, looking for a reason as to why she would do this to him.
The girl was the complete opposite. She had platinum blonde hair that was cut short and fell softly into her dark eyes. She had a look of complete apathy upon her heavily make-up-applied face as she was completely engrossed in checking her perfectly manicured nails.
"How dare you?!" The boy whispered, rage spilling quietly from every word.
"Excuse me, can I help somehow?"
As I dodged the acid green nail polish that the girl threw at me, I realized I had met the most extraordinary individuals of my life.
Well, maybe not exactly that moment.
After Clarissa stopped throwing the contents of her purse at me, Baiyen told me politely to-
"Get the fuck away from me dude."
Nonetheless, they would soon become my friends... my artists.
We are the artists: all different in the same respect. The painter, the writer, the musician, and the one talented with the art of the heart and tongue.
Let the games begin.
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