Art class

We hurried out of the locker room, joining the flow of students moving through the halls. The school was a maze of activity, with everyone rushing to their next class, but there was a certain energy to it that I found invigorating. It felt like we were all part of something bigger, each of us working toward our own goals and dreams.

When we reached the art room, the atmosphere shifted to one of quiet focus. The room was filled with long tables, each set with drawing materials pencils, erasers, rulers, and sheets of crisp white paper. The walls were adorned with student artwork, a vibrant display of creativity and talent.

Our art teacher, Ms. Bell, was a petite woman with a gentle demeanor and an eye for detail. She greeted us with a warm smile as we took our seats, her voice soft but clear as she explained the day's assignment.

"Today, we'll be focusing on fashion design," Ms. Bell began, her gaze sweeping over the class.