The 1

F/F
G
The 1
All Chapters Forward

You know the greatest films of all time were never made

“Symbolism, is very important,” Ms. Petty rambles from ontop of her desk (she likes to sit up there for some reason. She’s like a cat).

 

“And in art it’s even more important. For this assignment I want you to add a boat-load of symbolism of a portrait of someone in this class.”

 

“Oh my god,” Agatha smiles from her seat beside me, “I know the perfect place to take pictures for references and everything Basil, we can get dressed up and sketch out our ideas afterwards.”

 

I shift my body to her and grab my sketch book, placing it on my knees, “I could totally use leaves for you, as a symbolism do your flighty-ness.”

 

She kicks my leg, “What does that mean.”

 

I look up at her and raise an eyebrow, “You know what it means.”

 

She huffs at me and starts to write notes in her own sketch book, “I could do...um...water for you? Because you’re such a pissbaby?”

 

I throw my eraser at her, “Shut up, Wellbove.”

 

She stuffs the erase into her book and scrunches her nose at me, “You’re not getting that back, bitch.”

 

I narrow my eyes at her but before I can spit a storm of profanities at her Ms. Petty speaks again, “Hold on! I forgot to mention I’ll be assigning partners at random! Isn’t that fun! Y’all will get to talk to new people!”

 

Everyone groans and I scribble out my notes as Agatha rips the page out of her book.

 

“Alright,” Mrs. Ebb says, as she grabs a fishbowl with tiny slips of paper in them, “These papers have each of your names on them and I’ll be picking two at a time. Here we go.”

 

“Shepard....and Niall.”

 

“Dev and......Lamb.”

 

“Agatha and.....Ginger.”

 

Agatha wiggles in her seat, clearly excited. I see Ginger flush and I mentally roll my eyes. They’re not very subtle.

 

“Gareth and.....Philippa.”

 

“Penelope.....and Rhys.”

 

Penelope is sitting behind me and I hear her mumble something to ‘Could’ve been worse’.

 

“Simone and....Basil.”

 

I feel my stomach drop and I look across the room at her. She’s not even looking at me, she’s just mindless sketching into her book.

 

It’s almost like she doesn’t mind.

 

 

 

Forward
Sign in to leave a review.