First day in High School, San Diego, in a new school was tough. You moved here from another state and somehow you were shy as ever. Walking inside you saw the same thing any other high school would have. Lockers, students and even some which you would have, a somebody. You didn’t know about yourself, but with someone who likes you, for you was hard. You knew who you were, its just what you like that’s the problem. You shook your head heading to your locker,
“Lets see Locker 499” coming up to it, you started unlocking the lock and finally opening it, you saw a note on it. Strange you wonder if this was the wrong locker. Setting your bag on the ground and opening the note that was inside, you began to read it seeing that it was only a congratulations letter for attending this high school. You shrugged your shoulders as you placed it in your pocket while talking some books out of your bag and put some in. You would defiantly have to decorate it sometime, but for now books were the only thing that would be in here. Looking down at your schedule you seemed to have,
“Lets see here, AP English, Social Studies, Biology, Algebra I, Drama and Drawing I” for a senior it was nice knowing that this will be quick and easy. You smiled to yourself seeing as Art was your favorite subject. Hearing the bell ringing, you closed your locker and rushing to your first class.
Finally reaching as it was Drawing class, only carrying your bag. Inside you saw that it was packed. You didn’t know where to sit, you looked around once more as you saw a seat was opening. You walked to that seat seeing besides you was a boy, he seemed focus in his work as you peak over at what he was drawing. A bunny of some sort, really creative style he had as well. He notice something as he spoke, looking at the corner of his eye, you notice as well and turned your head the other way feeling embarrassed. Pulling out your sketchbook and some pencils that were sharpen. Hearing a clapping sound, you looked over at the front seeing your teacher ready to begin the lesson.
“Now class, today you will be drawing whatever you want. Express yourself that says you. Remember be CREATIVE!!” she spoke, knowing well you already knew that. Opening your sketchbook, you began to draw a form of a circle. You smiled to yourself as you continue what it was becoming, you didn’t like the silence, yet you couldn’t help yourself from looking over at what the boy was drawing, it seemed to be a woman, yet a man as well. Strange it was, yet it looked beautiful as well. Swirls were around the dress part while holding a bunny in her arms. In fact it didn’t really look like half man, half woman. It was mostly a girl, but she was sad. The boy seemed to stopped again and looked straight at you. You looked into his eyes, they were beautiful.
“Ummm…hello” giving a little wave, he seemed to smile back at you.
“Hey..I seem to notice that you kept staring at my artwork hmm?” nodding, seeing as you form a blush he was smiling at you.
“My name is Christopher Andrew Bennett, but call me Bunny” you giggled a little, seeing as the shyness seemed to be passing by you. Bunny seemed to feel sad a bit, yet still smiled a little.
“I really like that name for you, it fits you” smiling at him, he didn’t seem sad anymore as he asked.
“You barely know me and you says it fits me, well than since I told you my name what might yours be?” asking so nicely, you spoke,
“_____________, ______________, _______________”
“Beautiful” you couldn’t help, but blush even more seeing that he was so kind to you,
“So what are you drawing?” looking over at your artwork, he moved closer to you getting a better view of it.
“Well I don’t know yet, so far its just this” showing him the circle and adding a few details, he chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” asking as he shook his head.
“Nothing, just maybe add some shading to the one side on the circle” he went back to his drawing as you did as he spoke. He was right, the shading added more form to it, you looked over and asked.
“I’m sort of new here and well I don’t really know anybody, but maybe can we be-”
“Friends..” he spoke as you nodded.
“I would love to be, here” he teared off a piece of extra scrap paper as he started writing down his number. You pulled out the note from earlier as you began to write down your own number. Trading numbers, you looked at it and admire his handwriting.
“Thank you Bunny” Bunny looked over and asked,
“Being my friend” he nodded as he smiled at you once before cleaning up. You wondered why, until you heard the bell.
“See you tomorrow?” you nodded as you stayed there, looking back as Bunny left the room, as you cleaned up you wondered about him. That drawing he drew wondered, but let it sly as you walked out. Looking down at the number, you notice some a bunny hoping besides his numbers. You smiled to yourself, knowing as you cant wait for tomorrow.