“Open your books to page 303, everyone. Today we’re…” The feminine voice speaking in the front of the classroom trailed off as Wrenn found herself occupied with a messy sketch she was etching into her English notebook. It was Geography.
The sketch started off as a few stray lines, and ending up taking the form of what seemed to be a female of the species. Wrenn wasn’t quite sure, herself, but the more she added to this “girl”, the more convincing it was becoming. She erased a large portion of scribbles from the center of the “girl’s” face, and added some features that were more distinguishably human.
Wrenn stuck her tongue out in concentration, and cocked her head to the side as she added and subtracted more and more detail to her “masterpiece”. The end result was a slightly above average drawing of a long haired girl in a swimsuit, taking on a quite seductive pose. Her body was more than a bit revealed, and was proportioned to Wrenn’s liking… Which would be average in every which way; she didn’t like her women to have over-sized chests, or rears, and she liked girls with a bit of meat on their bones, while still being toned.
Wrenn dropped her pencil onto her desk and leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed behind her head.
“My dream girl.” She chuckled, smirking to herself as she eyed the drawing proudly. She didn’t mind that she was a pervert… In fact, she was almost proud of her perverted nature.
Wrenn glanced around the classroom and realized that the teacher was no longer lecturing the class, which meant that everyone was off in their own worlds. The teacher – whose name escaped her – was sitting behind the computer on her desk, her eyes darting back and forth in front of the screen. The reflection in the teacher’s glasses showed that she wasn’t doing work. Instead, she was playing solitaire.
A cup of steaming coffee sat on the desk next to the teacher, and seemed to call to Wrenn, who was really craving some caffeine as she eyed the cup enviously. She was almost tempted to get up and drain the coffee from the teacher’s supply, but she help back the urge knowing that she’d get in trouble for that. She wasn’t about to have another visit from her beast of a parole officer.
Behind her, an annoying young fellow, who Wrenn suspected to be much younger than the rest of the class and probably skipped a few grades, was proclaiming his gaming status to a less-than-interested beef-head jock in the next row over. To her left sat a girl who was filing her manicured fingernails with great interest and precision.
Wrenn never did understand the need to maintain her nails, it was a waste of time, and who really noticed her nails anyway? She gazed down at her own chewed, chipped black painted nails and shrugged, turning her body, and attention back to the front of the class.
Two seats ahead of her a girl had maneuvered around and was now watching Wrenn, who pretended not to notice. The black haired, fair skinned girl brought little interest to her and her meek expression seemed harmless enough to Wrenn, so she dismissed the gaze.
Chatter rang off the walls as Wrenn impatiently waited for the bell. It was only half past two, though, so there was about fifteen minutes until that would happen. She absently drummed her desk with her fingernails, and let out a loud sigh.
“When will this end?” She muttered under her breath, shifting in her seat.
Her rhetorical questioned was answered by a sneeze from the opposite side of the classroom.
“Ughn…” She groaned as she dropped her head down onto the desk, landing on top of the drawing she just etched. She had to cross her eyes to see the lines of the drawing, which made the perverted drawing seem to be doubled.
“Might as well put this in the collection…” She muttered, lifting her head off of the desk and quickly turning to her backpack to retrieve a tattered black, hardcover notebook covered in etchings that were no longer legible. Loose papers stuck out here and there, and she opened the cover slowly as if she had just uncovered some ancient manuscript, and not just an old drawing book.
As she shifted through the drawings, nostalgia hit her as she reminisced about the days gone past. With every drawing came a memory, may it be good or bad. As she flipped page to page, the drawings she penciled at the cost of many a teacher’s wage became more sophisticated, detailed, more meaningful… more graphic, even. She gazed at the willing models of her own creations, taking in every detail as the memories of those times danced freshly in her mind. It wasn’t often that she went through this drawing book of hers, and it felt good to remember for once… she was done with trying to forget.
She noticed the girl in front of her edging closer to see her works, but disregarded her as she was too caught up in her own thoughts to even care. She turned the page once more and stopped as her heart jumped into her throat. The next drawing wasn’t one of her own imagination – no, it was a portrait. It was a portrait of the one person she wanted to forget most.
Wrenn swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, and traced the outline of the drawing with her fingertip carefully, as if she could feel the lines as more than just that.
“Amanda…” she whispered to no one in particular as her finger continued the line around the jaw line of the impeccable drawing, her voice was cracking, and her hand shook slightly with the memories that were bombarding her.
The sun was just beginning to set as the two girls stared up at the sky. Wrenn sat with her legs spread, and a brunette rested between them, leaning back.
“It's beautiful...” Amanda whispered as the sun dipped below the horizon. The clouds were tinted with a soft pink and the water shone with a dark orange. The wind was blowing softly, and the only sound was the waves crashing against the rocks below, and the sound of the lovers' breathing. It was bliss.
“Yeah... You are...” Wrenn whispered back, her voice showing the smile that was on her face. She kissed the brunette's cheek softly, feeling the warmth of her blush. No words had to be said.
They sat in complete silence for what seemed like ages before Wrenn suddenly jumped up, startling Amanda.
“What are you doing?” The brunette asked with a questioning eyebrow raise.
Wrenn didn't answer the girl's question and ran over to her backpack that was resting against a tree nearby. She rummaged through the backpack and pulled out a sketchpad and some pencils, a mischievous grin on her face.
“You're going to be my model. I want this moment to live on forever.”
Amanda groaned and rolled her eyes, but Wrenn knew she loved the idea. Her smile couldn't lie.
“Do I have to?” The brunette whined, pouting a bit.
“Yep.” Wrenn replied matter-of-factly.
That ended the argument and Amanda made herself comfortable as Wrenn drew the beautiful scene before her.
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