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Hailey only looked over towards Ms. Jo- Marie (That would certainly take some getting used to) for a minute before pulling out her sketchpad. When a teacher, or any adult for that matter asked to see what she could do, she was always up for the challenge. And even though Marie had been speaking t the entire class, she couldn't help but take it personally. Anyway, she had been late, and though she hadn't felt bad earlier, she felt it now. She was only going to be in this class until she was told to leave. And that had happened before. Last year... first period music had apparently gotten in the way of her testing. She had gotten a C on a science test ad her mother had demanded that she be put into a more academic class. She had liked music too...

"So Ty," she said nonchalantly, opening her pad to a untouched page "How's Nate doing? I heard his dad was pretty pissed about... what happened." She drew a vuege outline of what looked like a squash with a log sticking out of the side

Tyler brushed his hair out of his eyes and shrugged in his own way of confirmation. It was sad really, how closed minded a person could be, and Nathan Yates' dad was one of those people. Hailey moved her chair closer to his and looked at the empty desk in front of him. He was a good artist, but he could never decide what to draw. He seemed to want everything to have a meaning. Hailey on the other hand just liked to draw what she was feeling. It didn't take much, one simple thought really.

When Hailey was sure that Tyler really didn't feel like talking to her, she actually got to work. She wasn't about to draw anything personal, so she decided to fix an old drawing. And by fix, she meant re-drawing it. By the time fifteen minutes was up, her art was actually beginning to look like what it was supposed to be. And after half an hour of shading and erasing and being in her own world, away from her thoughts about classes and home and being hungry and being more tired than she probably should be, she was happy with her work. It wasn't perfect, but that was what she loved about art. It didn't need to be perfect. It simply needed to be honest.

And now that class was almost over, she had a finished piece of art in front of her. A line drawing of her old puppy, who she had un-creatively named Blondie. She had been an adorable golden lab. But her mom had gotten rid of it, claiming that it had been dirty and it had distracted her from her responsibilities. This picture had nothing to do with that day though. It was simply the adorable, sleeping puppy that she had loved.