• Am in love with an artist
    By, no_mad Hotline



    As I walked into the crowed college room I scanned for a seat there were only two seats left both right nixed to each other. I took the seat the farthest away for he people bordering me. As I waited for the teacher to come in I looked around. I saw that most of the people were white. There were a few black and one or two tan but most were white. One of the girls I was sitting nixed to was one of the few tan people in here. When I was looking around I fond the opportunity to draw a flower sitting n the window seal. Flower was perfect for drawing. The sun was hitting it just right I new that this was my chance to pull out my sketch book. I pulled out my pencils and my book and started drawing. I started at the stem and moved up from there when I moved up to the flower it’s self I took care to make sure that I got all of the shading right. When I finished with all of it I looked at in approval. I set my book down and put away my pencils. We only had about 10 min before are teacher was going to come in. about 5 min pasted by when the teacher came in he just went to his desk. I knew he just was getting ready to start. After a wail a man walked in, he was dressed in baggy pants that were ripped on the knees, his shirt was one of troughs really baggy ones about three sizes to big, when saw his hair I almost barfed it was so greasy looking that I could se it almost shimmer. Again the only seat left was the one nixed t me. He scanned the room saw the seat nixed to me and walked right on over to the seat nixed to me. He smelled really bad I couldn’t really explain it. Ether way I wasn’t happy about having to sit by him in class. But college isn’t were u complain about were you sit in class. Even though I was very unhappy were I was sitting I just adjusted were I was so I was sitting up so straight I almost hurt my back. I did this to show him that I was a higher class then he was. But apparently it just made me tick out more because right after I did that he looked right at me with straight eyes. After that I saw him glance at y sketching book. He reached up and grabbed it. I was not happy at all because some of toughs pictures were of nude men and woman. I didn’t want any one to think I was some crazy porn artist or something. Right after he did that I tried to get it back but he wouldn’t let go when was trying to get it back the professor had already begun and he heard the noise we were making. “ I anything wrong?” the professor asked. Right when I was going to say he had took my book he went right out of the blue and yelled well you know what I men by yell. “ she has my book, and she wont give it back. “ I sat there in shock i didn’t know if m mouth was open or not but I was in disbelief. “ well then give him back his book.” I hesitated for a moment but then let go of my tight grip to my one book that I lived my life in. for almost the hole entire class he spent looking through my book the hole time I was afraid on what he was going to say even though he was someone I really didn’t care abut I still take opinion very harshly. After the class was over he sat up and handed back the book. “ you are a very good artist, I left something for ya” he grinned then walked out the door I opened the book to the first page were was writing his phone number and this:

    Hey you are really good
    Call some time I would like to learn from a pro J so plz call
    ( sorry used 2 txt talk lol )