Art class

Miss Troth was known as the stern but fair art teacher. She was not afraid of anything when it came to art.

"Welcome class and a special welcome to Amira, our senior student, who volunteered to assist us today. I expect you to be kind and respectful to her."

"Hello Miss Troth, thank you for wanting me in the class. I will do everything I can to make it a successful class."

"Oh child, I don't expect anything else. Just sit on that chair. You're our model today, so all you have to do is be pretty and sit still."

At her direction, I sat down on the chair. My arms on the backrest, one leg on each side. My feet straight under my legs and my head slightly tilted, of course a smile and eyes open.

The students were allowed to start sketching. Suddenly I heard the familiar voice of Jill: "Miss Troth, can't Amira put her feet further forward, it's more fun and less static." "Oh Jill that's a good idea. Amira?" I did what was asked of me. My bare feet were so emphasized more.

"Miss Troth?" Now I heard Alexa. "Yes Alexa?" "I have a proposal" "Tell Alexa."