《Art Class》

❰[Start of Miss Violet & Annie's Route]❱

My first thought is actually to go to P.E. class. I want to workout to get my body just as fit as my bullies, well, not that fit, but still pretty buff. I just want to be strong. But knowing that I will probably perform terribly in that class, and my bullies will keep harassing me, I just take the only other option. In reality, I really love art. I’m a very creative person, I love to draw, make music, or even write. So this class was pretty much made for me. It’s also a lot more chill than P.E. class. The vast majority of students choose that class, which means only girls and unpopular guys choose Art. That actually makes this class very relaxing, since there’s no annoying popular students to deal with. Also, a lot of cute girls come to this class, so it’s all in all a top tier class, that’s why I have to take it.

Sunny also comes to this class, so I’m lucky to have her by my side. But now that I think about it, I should probably wait for her to go to class. I just left her in the cafeteria, so she is probably coming soon. I wait for her at the stairs, and shortly after, she shows up, looking a bit surprised to see me standing here.

—Hey, what are you doing? You are going to be late for class…—

—Yea, but I thought I should wait for you so we could go together…—

—Wait… Are you coming to Art class?—

—Yea, of course. It’s the best class!—

—Really?? I thought you dropped it after you know what…—

Oh right, the last time I was in this class, I accidentally dropped a whole can of paint on the teacher. She didn’t mind, but I was so embarrassed that I excused myself. It’s not the worst thing I’ve done in a class, but Sunny always makes sure to bring it up to make fun of me. I do think it was funny, so I share a quick laugh with her. But after seeing how excited she is for me going to this class, I wish we could be there right now, so we probably should stop wasting time.

—Alright, let’s go. Hopefully I don’t make a mess again…—

Sunny and I run downstairs, through the second corridor, right next to the door that leads to the field, where P.E. takes place. We take a right turn to reach the classroom, which is just next to the storage room for the art material. As soon as we enter the classroom, I’m delighted to see that everything still looks just as fun as when I left this class. The room consists of a small stage right next to the door, where the teacher usually stands, with about 10 easels surrounding it. The small seats are located at the back, just behind the easels, and the rest of the space is occupied by all of the cool projects this class has done over the years.

There are hundreds of paintings made by various students hanging on the wall, with a ton more art pieces hanging from the ceiling and being displayed in the middle of the room. Some of those paintings are mine, as well as a small cat sculpture I made with Sunny a couple years ago. This brings me back, even though I haven’t been here in just a couple months. Regardless, this room is still very cool to look at, and even though everything is cramped in here, we are only a few students, so there’s plenty of space for all of us. The teacher hasn’t arrived yet, she is used to being late all of the time. So in the meantime, I try to take a seat at the back of the class.

Sunny follows me, we always sit together. But as we walk through the classroom, I notice some of the other students are looking at me. I’m not sure if they are surprised to see me again or what, but I try not to pay attention to them. I’m not used to people looking at me, and since it seems like they are judging me for showing up to class after months of being missing, it’s better for me to focus on something else. So I start looking around to admire all of the paintings covering the colorful walls of this room. I notice there are new paintings, very pretty ones. I think one of them was made by Sunny, as it has her initials on the bottom right, but I can’t figure out what she was trying to do. It looks very abstract, and it’s kind of off putting to look at. I would never say that to her, but if she does ask me about my opinion on her painting, I think I will just stay silent.

But as I keep looking around, with Sunny already talking to some of her friends, I get a bit bored. I think we’ll have to wait a couple of minutes for our teacher to arrive, so I spend that time watching Sunny talk to her friends. And right as I stare at them, I notice that two rows in front of me, there is Jocelyn. She is casually sitting, but I feel like she is trying not to look at me. I catch her taking a few glances in my direction, but I can’t tell if she is trying to stare at me. I try to ignore her, but I’m interested to see if my advice from earlier has changed her attitude or not. Apparently not, since she is still very awkward, but I appreciate her for being in this class.

Something I’ve never done in this class, which I regret, is not talking to my other classmates. The only one I talk to is Sunny, which is a shame, because there are a few cute girls in this class. They are all very talented and creative, even Jocelyn. I always wanted to work with them, but because I didn’t dare to talk to them, I was stuck with Sunny. That’s not a bad thing, but I definitely wish I could have worked with the other girls. They impress me with their artistic skills. I can tell most of them are very passionate about this, and they even display their talents without being worried about others judging their work or criticizing them. The only one who critiques them is the teacher, since this class is free from all the toxicity that the P.E. students bring. I think that’s the main reason everyone feels comfortable here, and that’s why they can work so freely and without care. That’s what makes this class special, and that’s why I love it so much.

But enough reminiscing. I don’t want to get too deep into this class, because in reality, I’ve never been that good at it. I’m pretty creative, but I struggle to make my ideas come to life. It’s hard for me to execute them well, especially when I’m surrounded by far more talented students. It creates a lot of pressure when I know I can’t compete with them, but I’ve still tried. Sunny also struggles like me, but she has a natural skill of making everything pretty, except for that one painting she did. But yea, I really like this class, even if I’m not the best at it.

Although the best part of this class must be the teacher. I get along really well with her, and she has always been supportive of me and everyone else in this class, even if I don’t contribute much with my talents. Still, she is the reason we are all here, why we have worked so much to make hundreds of beautiful art pieces, and why this class is the most wholesome. Everyone is close to each other here, except me. But even my antisocial tendencies don’t stop this class from being the absolute best. That’s why I’m so excited to begin working on more art again. And now that I hear the teacher approaching, I think I’ll finally experience what it feels to be a part of this class, if the teacher doesn’t say anything about me missing her class, of course…