27. 25- It Ends as It Began
I took a deep breath and pulled down the door handle. Maybe this year would be different, maybe I wouldn’t have to fight the gods battles and nearly die. Maybe I could live as a normal girl, maybe I could actually kiss a guy, maybe I wouldn’t have to worry about gods interfering with my life. Not likely, but maybe.
I shoved open the door. My first look at the classroom made me forget about all those maybes.
Art-books lined the shelves, and pretty little pastel flower cutouts grew from the window sill into fake stained glass intricacies. The desks were huge and covered with paint and sharpie lines. It looked like a unicorn had puked up on the place; seriously, there was color everywhere. It was a little juvenile, but I loved it.
I was just about to turn around and call to my friends when a voice interrupted me “Welcome back Lea!”
“Hey Kaija,” I replied smiling at my art teacher.
I looked over at the wall to see my favorite art poster, done is Shepard Fairey style, it said, “If all else fails, there’s always the internet".
“Ready for your sophomore year?” asked Kaija asshe cut out little cards.
“Do you mean, am I ready for a new year of insecurity, belittlement and emotional teenage strife?”
“Exaclty,” she replied.
“Bring it on.”
She then went over and cranked up the indie rock music as kids began to file in.
She checked her laptop and then said to me as I set my messenger bag on the table.
“Hmmm. I wonder if they messed up on your schedule, because you have art for two period this semester,” she paused for a second, and then smirked, “Not that the administrators have to know.”
I laughed, but I kept myself from spilling ot her how I had made Leo hack into the school system for me and ‘adjust’ my schedule. She could just think that it was a accident that a second art period replaced my fourth period geometry class.
Other kids began to sit down, chatting happily, at first it seemed some what normal, until class began. Kaija clapped her hands twice paused and then clapped three more times. The class repeated the action, and I joined in as everyone fell silent.
“Welcome to advanced art,” said Kaija, “Draw things, get an A. Today we make self-declaratory placards using a three tone color scheme. In other words drawing pretty things, use three colors. "Let’s get to work party people,” and class began.
I was so happy I felt like flying out of the garden scene window and taking one the smiley butterfly’s with me.
Next to me sat a boy who I had known for my entire life. Gavin tapped a rhythm out on the desk and grinned at me. The girl diagonally across from me had more freckles than I could count and she had already managed to learn all the names of everyone at our table. Across from me black haired boy was doing the same thing as me staring at the overly social chick. He shook his head, smiling, and muttered to himself “Percy said I would like school. Wow. He was so right.”
END BOOK 3