2 Gold Autumn Leafs

I get woken up by my bedroom door swinging open with my best friend standing in the door way yelling at me. "What are you doing?" she says. "What do you mean?" I say in my groggy morning voice, only half awake. " I mean it's the first day of college and we're already going to be late because of you!" I look over at my alarm and it reads 9:26am. I look back at Rachel in her ripped straight jeans, her yellow panic at the disco crop top, with her white convers and her long sun ray blond hair all pulled in a messy bun, and her hooped earrings. "Come on babes', let's go" she says as she pulls me out of bed. I land on the floor with a hard thud following my crash landing, as Rachel rampages through my closet to find something for me to wear. She throws a pair of Black ripped jeans and my red crisscross shirt on my bed, and my black leather jacket in my face. I take my jacket from my face and throw it up on my bed with the rest of the clothes she tossed to me. I get up to go to the bathroom, when I walk back into my room Rachel is standing with one piece of toast on a plate handing it to me as she says "Bon a pate" with her big smile and her emerald green eyes sparkling in the morning light. I smile softly and start to undress, I get a little uncomfortable when I realize Rachel staring at me; I'm about to say something, but I decide to ignore it and finish getting dressed. I grab my bag and the piece of toast Rachel made me as we walk out the door.

We get into Rachel's car and she start to blast the radio once we are buckled up. We start dancing in our seats as we drive out of the parking lot. We pass Mrs. Willow walking her dog, probably thinking to herself how rude we are to blast out car radio in the morning, but we don't care, and we drive out onto the free way.

Once we get to the school campus Rachel finds a great parking spot close to the door, as she's about to park in it a guy comes in driving a black Chevrolet Corvette Stingray. "What the heck!" Rachel yells out, throwing her hands in the air. "Hey it's fine, look there's another one over there." I say calmly, hoping that me being calm will help keep her calm. Thankfully it works and she parks two rows down. As we walk up to the front doors, I see the guy who took our spot get out of his car. He is wearing a plain fitted grey V neck shirt, and faded blue jeans, he has a fine jawline, and high cheek bones and a square face shape. His brown hair turns golden like the leaves in autumn when he steps out of his car. He grabs a one shoulder bag before he closes his door and locks his car, when he looks up he notices me staring at him, he smirks a little and says "see something you like" I feel all the heat in my body rush to my cheeks, as I stand there shock, and anger rises in me. His sly smirk spreads into a wide grin as Rachel marches in his direction and jabs a finger into his chest. "You took the stop that we were about to get!" I watch her slap the boys beige face almost as if it were in slow motion, but then she is already walking away from him. I chase after her, as I pass by the boy, I get a glims of a tiny scratch on his left cheek bone with a shocked expression on his face. I look away from him and try to catch up with Rachel, surprisingly she is already on the other side of the street heading to the door.

When I finally catch up with her I say "It was only a parking spot Rachel, it's fine, we got a good spot too ya know!" She's staring at the floor, her lips pinched together and a dull look in her eyes then, she is all smiling and looking back at me, almost as fast as she slapped the boy in the parking lot. "I know it's just a parking spot, but I wanted our first day of college to be perfect!" I look into her eyes and I can tell she is holding something back, something about-me. I don't push her, instead, I'm the one who gets pushed. As I fall, the ground sprints toward me and in a minute-time stops-I am hanging inches away from the ground, the only thing keeping me from colliding with the ground is Rachel. She pulls me up by my waist, and grabs my dropped book from the ground, and hands it to me. " See, if we got that parking spot, our day would have started off better then this." I smile and roll my eyes as I grab my book from her hand. " Yeah, yeah, what ever Rachel." she does a light laugh and says. "Alright, Lily I'll meet you in the spots that we discussed, right?" I nod without word as she starts to walk backwards to a side hallway with windows that reach the ceiling from the floor. I hear her yell "Okay, great, see you soon baes!" from the glass hallway. As I get farther and farther from the hallway I make my way into more of a bright, open area with seating areas on different patterns of carpet.

When I walk into the art studio, I choose a seat in the fifth row next to a window, almost two rows from the back of the class. As I wait I watch everyone as they walk in. The first person is a girl, she looks about four years older then me. She has tattoo sleeves on both arms, a nose, eyebrow, and a lip piercing, and her hair is dyed hot pink, and purple. The next person is a thin, tall boy, he has his brown hair pulled up in a man bun and has a pencil stuck through it. After a few minutes the professor walks in, or rushes in. She's a small thing, just a little taller then me, probably about 5'9, she has black hair like mine just hers fades into an aqua blue. She's wearing a pair of straight jeans that have what looks to be paint strokes on them, she also is wearing a white shirt that is tied in a not in the back. As she adds more books and paper to what seems like an abundance of clutter on her desk, the bell rings, class starts.

"Hello, everyone, my name is Mrs. Kasie, I will be you teacher this year. Now, I know it's only the first day, but we will be staring a project today, It will be..." As the door opens to the studio, Mrs. Kasie stops talking. A tall boy with brown hair that turns gold like leaf's in autumn, a square face shape, with high cheek bones and a fine jaw line walks into the studio. He looks around at everyone in the studio, his eyes lag when they meet mine, he looks over at Mrs. Kasie when she starts to speak to him. " And you are, sir? " Mrs. Kasie asks while looking down at her clipboard. The golden haired boy studies her, He looks at her height, and her cloths, after a while he finally answers her question. " Cole Hutzler. " He stops studying Mrs. Kasie and looks out the window. Mrs. Kasie writes something on the paper that lays on her clipboard as she says. " You are late, Mr. Hutzler. Go find a seat, I was just talking about your new project when you walked in." There are five seats open, one next to the door, the second is in the back right corner, He passes them both. He passes the open seat next to piercing girl, and the guy with the man bun, that leaves only one seat left, the one, next to me. He sets his bag on the floor and sits in his stool with a pencil twirling like a baton in his soft looking hand.

Mrs. Kasie continues telling us the project information as she writes the information on the board. " Look to the person sitting next you, that is you partner for the rest of the year when we do partner projects, everyone understand." We all stay silent, but a few nod their heads. " Now that you know who your partner for the year is, you may discuss how you two want to combine your art styles together this is a project that will show me how well you work with other people, and what your style is. Let creativity drive you, this is a very open prompt, take advantage of it. Go you have all class to discuss if you finish early, you can start on the draft, and if you get done with that then come up to me, I will finalize it and give you the materials you will need. Remember you can use any type of style and form. Paper, canvas, sculpture, what ever your creativity needs, feed it." Mrs. Kasie's voice is soft, but encouraging and passionate.

Everyone breaks their attention from her, and turns to their partners. I turn to face Cole to see that he wasn't paying attention, before I can catch myself I blurt out. " Were you even paying attention?" He doesn't look up, he doesn't even flinch he just keeps sketching in his little note pad. I'm about to speak up, but he puts down his pencil, and slides his sketchbook over to me without looking up. " Look at it. " I just stare at him, his fine jawline that looks as sharp as one of my exact knifes. After he realizes that I still Haven't picked up the book, he looks at me." It has all my styles in it. " he says. " I do mainly realistic and surrealism, sometimes a mix of both too." I pick up the book, as I open it I break eye contact with him, but he does not stop staring me down as I go through his sketches, his paintings, his stories, his life. I look through it all not helping myself, not stopping till I get to the very end. His last one takes my breath away, not just because of the amazing shadding or the effect he made to show the realism, but because the drawing was a girl, a girl in the class, a girl, named Lily.