Emily’s p. o. v
Form class is now over and I am on my way to my first period class, Art. All the boys showed up to form class late. But that wasn’t what caught everyone’s attention. It was the black and blue bruises and some red cuts that littered their faces. Gee, I wonder how they did that. It was obviously a result of their breakfast brawl. I wonder who got the food.
As I am making my way to Art class, I can’t help but think of the 6 boys who have somehow managed to infiltrate my mind ever since I got back. More specifically, Blake. The one boy who, no matter how hard I tried, will not leave my thoughts. And to be honest, I don’t mind it that much. I don’t have anything against him, he never even knew I existed before I returned less than a week ago.
To be honest with myself, I think I’m falling for him. And that scares me. I have only ever been in love once, and I ended up with my heart broken. I am not completely over it yet but I am nearly there. The break up was about 9 months ago. I thought we were in love, but I was gravely wrong. I may have been in love but now, looking back on it, I don’t think he was. He cheated on me and admitted to only dating me for information about my gang. Luckily, he didn’t get much info, only the locations of a few warehouses that were immediately evacuated and relocated.
After that I thought I would never be able to love again. I spent more time, focus and energy on my training. And because of that, I became the best of the best. I am not only a gang leader and a business woman but an assassin as well. A damn good one to. If you don’t believe me, ask my targets. Oh wait, you can’t. Their dead.
That was my last thought before I entered the Art classroom and sat down at the very back table surrounded by another 7 empty seats. I was just sketching in my art book when I heard the scraping of the chairs around me and saw that 6 of the seven previously empty seats now occupied. Obviously, it was Blake and his gang. I just continued to silently sketch in my book while they talked to each other. A few minutes later I felt a figure lean over my shoulder to look at my sketch. “Wow” My teacher said, looking as if she was stuck in a trance.
“Do you mind if I put some of your sketches up on the board for this lesson. I will return them to you after but I would like to have them on display for the whole class to see your amazing talent.” Mr Cosby asked me. I didn’t have a reason to say no, I guess it wouldn’t do me any harm. “Ok” As soon as the word left my lips, his face lit up and he took the last 6 sketches in my book and put it on the board.
By the time he had put my sketches on the board, he had the whole classes attention. He then moved and stood in front of the board. “These are only six of the amazing sketches in Emily’s sketch book. I want you all to take a look at her work, take a look at all the detail and all the techniques she used and the effort she put into her work. Try and figure out what she was thinking about and how she felt when she was sketching these pictures. And when you are done looking at all of them, I want you to pick one of them.
When you have chosen one, I want you to evaluate it individually in more detail and then I want you to re-create it. This will be an assignment so I want you to spend as much time on it in class as you can. You will need to do some of it at home and you are allowed to take a photo of your chosen picture. Any questions?” Well that was not expected. I looked around the class, looking at everyone taking in the information, then it hit me. What am I going to do?
“What am I going to do?” I asked. “You are going to choose your favourite sketch or the one you connect with the most and write down what thoughts were going through your mind and what emotions were running through your veins when you drew each one of these pictures and then I want you to present it to the class like everyone else will with their assessments. The assessment is due for everyone in two weeks. Now you can come take a closer look at the sketches and either start your assessment now or just sketch the rest of the lesson. I don’t really care.” After he said that everyone got up to get a closer look at my sketches and take photos.
After a couple minuets, everyone started making their way back to their seats and once again, I was surrounded by boys. And Blake was next to me. I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face. I so badly wanted to look but I knew if I met those entrancing eyes of his, I would once again get lost in them. And I can’t risk falling for him without knowing if he will be there to catch me or just watch me fall. I can’t risk it.
“You’re an amazing artist” The sound of his voice brought me out of my thoughts and I didn’t even realize that I had subconsciously me his gaze. I looked away, slightly blushing What the f*ck, I don’t blush. “You don’t need to hide your blush from me, you don’t need to hide anything from me. Especially that cute little blush of yours.” And that is when I realized that I was going to fall for him, it was inevitable. All I could do is hope that he catches me when I do fall.
I was at loss for words. I didn’t know what to say to him. thankfully the bell rang, signalling the start of my next class. I grabbed my book shoved it in my bag and ran to my next class, Music. I love Music, I love to sing and have been complemented on my voice many times in the past. I can play quite a few instruments which can come in handy sometimes during missions that require me to go undercover.
I walk into the music room and sat in the back of the room. The students started piling in, many of them giving me weird looks. Once everyone was seated the teacher, Mrs Rossie, walked in and started roll call to see who was here and who wasn’t.
Once she was done, she went and stood in the front of the class calling for everyone’s attention. “Okay everyone, settle down. We have a new student in our class, Emily, right?” she said directing the last question to me. “Yes” I simply replied. “Ok, Emily. I need to test you and your musical abilities so I can see how far advanced in music you are. So, if you could please come up here, choose an instrument and sing a song so I can mark you, that would be great.” I stood up and walked over to the guitars, picked one up and walked back to the front of the class. I quickly check to see that it is tuned before announcing into the microphone that I will be playing…