Art
Chapter 2 - Art trip part 2
Amiee's P.O.V
When we were all off the bus our teacher, Miss Abbot, tells us to get into groups of 3 to 5. I go with Eleanor, Jade and Veronica. Once everyone is grouped we all go into the art exhibit and each group begins looking around. Of course me being me, I force the girls to look at the surrealism pieces just because it's my favorite type of art.
"Ugh Amiee we've been at the same place for half an hour." Jade complains.
"I don't complain when spend 4 hours looking at two pairs of shoes deciding which ones you want." I state examining the painting in front of me.
"But that's shoes and there's a lot to think about when you buy shoes, there's not a lot to think about when looking at paintings." She defends herself.
"They're not all paintings you know. There's drawings, models and tons of other stuff. You should have said 'when looking at ART' not paintings." I say in a matter of fact way.
"But-" Jade starts but is cut off.
"Jade just drop it and give up. The more you talk and distract her, the longer we'll be." Veronica explains. I smile knowing Jade won't argue, then go back to looking at the pieces in front of me. After around 10 more minutes, we leave and head to look at the pop art pieces because Eleanor loves pop art just about as much as she loves BOTDF.
Unlike me, Eleanor only spends 10 minutes looking at the art. So we move on to the part of the gallery that holds art by kids in high school. We were told that some of the art in here was done by people from our school.
We begin looking around and I notice a couple of paintings by eleventh and twelfth graders from our school.
"Hey Amiee.... You might wanna come check this out." Veronica calls out. I turn around and walk up to her.
"What did you want me to see?" I question. She points to the painting in front of her smiling. As soon as my eyes land on the painting my jaw drops.
"Whoa." Eleanor breathes out. We stand in awe.
The painting is of two girls, me and Veronica. We're stood back to back and our hands are locked together. Tiny bats and birds surround the top corners and smoke is flowing around us. The drawing is in black ink (probably Indian ink) and the only pieces of colour are our eyes. My usually dark blue and Veronica's usually pale blue eyes are enhanced by the black and white surrounding them and they appear to glow. The painting stops at our thighs just under where our hands are locked. Underneath us in tiny perfect writing is 'Beauty isn't defined by the size of your jeans, but the size of your heart...and you have the best of both of these. I know perfection is impossible, but you're so close it scares me.'.
Tears form in my eyes and I feel one fall down my cheek. Turning to Veronica, I see that she is crying too so I hug her tightly. She lets out a small laugh.
"I never thought a drawing could make me cry." She says, making us all laugh slightly.
"Uh guys, sorry to break your bubble but we have to leave, or we'll miss the bus and be stuck here." Jade says. Me and Veronica nod.
We walk out of the gallery, me and Veronica lock our hands together and board the bus, sitting behind Eleanor and Jade, and in front of Andy and CC. The bus starts up and we begin driving back to school.
"You have make-up all down you face." Veronica giggles.
"So do you." I say laughing. Jade and Eleanor turn around, leaning over the back of the seats.
"I wonder who drew it." Jade says looking from me to Veronica. Veronica shrugs.
"It didn't say. There was no name on the bottom." I explain. They all nod slowly.
"I'd love to know." Veronica states.
"Me too." I reply resting my head on her shoulder, closing my eyes. I wish I knew who drew it. I never thought anyone would draw me, I'm no way near pretty enough.
Soon I become sleepy and drift off gently.
When we were all off the bus our teacher, Miss Abbot, tells us to get into groups of 3 to 5. I go with Eleanor, Jade and Veronica. Once everyone is grouped we all go into the art exhibit and each group begins looking around. Of course me being me, I force the girls to look at the surrealism pieces just because it's my favorite type of art.
"Ugh Amiee we've been at the same place for half an hour." Jade complains.
"I don't complain when spend 4 hours looking at two pairs of shoes deciding which ones you want." I state examining the painting in front of me.
"But that's shoes and there's a lot to think about when you buy shoes, there's not a lot to think about when looking at paintings." She defends herself.
"They're not all paintings you know. There's drawings, models and tons of other stuff. You should have said 'when looking at ART' not paintings." I say in a matter of fact way.
"But-" Jade starts but is cut off.
"Jade just drop it and give up. The more you talk and distract her, the longer we'll be." Veronica explains. I smile knowing Jade won't argue, then go back to looking at the pieces in front of me. After around 10 more minutes, we leave and head to look at the pop art pieces because Eleanor loves pop art just about as much as she loves BOTDF.
Unlike me, Eleanor only spends 10 minutes looking at the art. So we move on to the part of the gallery that holds art by kids in high school. We were told that some of the art in here was done by people from our school.
We begin looking around and I notice a couple of paintings by eleventh and twelfth graders from our school.
"Hey Amiee.... You might wanna come check this out." Veronica calls out. I turn around and walk up to her.
"What did you want me to see?" I question. She points to the painting in front of her smiling. As soon as my eyes land on the painting my jaw drops.
"Whoa." Eleanor breathes out. We stand in awe.
The painting is of two girls, me and Veronica. We're stood back to back and our hands are locked together. Tiny bats and birds surround the top corners and smoke is flowing around us. The drawing is in black ink (probably Indian ink) and the only pieces of colour are our eyes. My usually dark blue and Veronica's usually pale blue eyes are enhanced by the black and white surrounding them and they appear to glow. The painting stops at our thighs just under where our hands are locked. Underneath us in tiny perfect writing is 'Beauty isn't defined by the size of your jeans, but the size of your heart...and you have the best of both of these. I know perfection is impossible, but you're so close it scares me.'.
Tears form in my eyes and I feel one fall down my cheek. Turning to Veronica, I see that she is crying too so I hug her tightly. She lets out a small laugh.
"I never thought a drawing could make me cry." She says, making us all laugh slightly.
"Uh guys, sorry to break your bubble but we have to leave, or we'll miss the bus and be stuck here." Jade says. Me and Veronica nod.
We walk out of the gallery, me and Veronica lock our hands together and board the bus, sitting behind Eleanor and Jade, and in front of Andy and CC. The bus starts up and we begin driving back to school.
"You have make-up all down you face." Veronica giggles.
"So do you." I say laughing. Jade and Eleanor turn around, leaning over the back of the seats.
"I wonder who drew it." Jade says looking from me to Veronica. Veronica shrugs.
"It didn't say. There was no name on the bottom." I explain. They all nod slowly.
"I'd love to know." Veronica states.
"Me too." I reply resting my head on her shoulder, closing my eyes. I wish I knew who drew it. I never thought anyone would draw me, I'm no way near pretty enough.
Soon I become sleepy and drift off gently.
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