PEOPLE

September 2nd.

The whole day has been dedicated to club recruitments. We were encouraged to take our time while looking for one which is mostly the reason why they gave us the entire day to do it since there would be no point in classes if we got this whole thing done early since the classes would barely have enough time to fit anything in.

I've been contemplating the possible clubs that I'd be able to join beforehand and still can't really come up with anything.

Some of these clubs seem interesting, like the creative writing club, maybe even the photography club, but I'm just not feeling them. There's something about those clubs that I can't really get around.

The Art Club.

Someone is outside the art club waving a flyer saying that they were allowing people to try out art themselves. None of the other clubs really had a testing thing to see if you like the activity so... I guess I'll try it.

I enter, the girl at the door trying to get people's attention nodding to me as I enter the door. Before I continue inside, the girl stops me.

'You're the new kid right?'

'Yeah.'

'Just wondering since I've never seen you before. Have a fun time okay?'

She gives me a hearty slap on the back and pushes me into the room. I almost trip over some book laying on the ground but I catch myself on one of the tables. Four large tables with art equipment littering the counters and cabinets.

In the middle of the room sat a girl painting with black on a white canvas. It's very minimalist, just the form of the object while the rest of the painting is just white space.

It was someone's face. The paint acted like the shadows to give the painting form, sometimes the girl used some water to spread out further shading.

'What type of painting is that?'

The girl turns around to face me. She wears oversized clothes and has short black hair. She has freckles darted across her face and her... well, her face looked, soft? I don't know how to describe it but she was really cute.

She looked over at me like she was in a daze like she was going to pass out any minute. She gives an irritated expression, looking down at her chair to see if she could maneuver it correctly. Momentary skidding sounds could be heard as she slowly moved the chair so she could face me, even though she could have just spun around since she's sitting on a rolling stool.

She goes back to her tired expression and looks up at me. I kind of feel like I should kneel down to her level but I also don't feel like it since it'd be sort of irritating.

'Sumi-e.'

'What's that?'

She spins around in her chair to look back at the painting she made. It sort of irritated me when she did that because she went through all of that effort doing it the complicated way and then within seconds did it the easy way.

'It's when you use ink to paint a canvas. It's similar to watercolor... kind of.'

'Watercolor is the one where it looks like you accidentally dropped water on your paper right? But instead, it looks nice. That one?'

'Yeah... I guess. Ummm... why are you asking all this?'

'I wanted to see if I was interested in art.'

She spins back around to look up at me. 'Okay.'

She gets up from her stool and leads me to a table, sitting me down on the various chairs that they have just shoved into the corner of the room. She sits me down, going over to another side of the room to grab me supplies.

She gives me a pencil, a notebook and a various array of ink pens. 'What about paint?'

She waves her hand disapprovingly, her head shaking in sync with it. 'I don't like paint. It's harder to use.'

'Am I going to be doing this or you?'

'You?'

'Well, I was wondering since you said that you don't like paint, but I might like paint... this isn't necessarily your's right, so...?'

'You've just started yes? You're a beginner?'

'Well yeah.'

'It's best to start here.'

'Okay...'

Couldn't really help but sigh, but I guess it makes sense. Gotta know the basics before moving onto more complicated stuff.

'Try drawing something.'

'Hmm?' It really confused me when she said that. Normally for beginner stuff, they're like, "Draw an apple." or something like that. But I guess she just wants me to wing it. But I can't really think of anything. 'What should I draw?'

'Anything.'

'Well... I'm not exactly the purveyor of creativity so I can't really think of anything right now.'

'You have a pretty creative way of speaking your mind, you can do it.'

'Ummm... how do you normally go about coming up with something to... y'know, draw?'

'I just draw. It's normally pretty random and it doesn't really need to have any reasoning behind it. It could be distress, annoyance with something. I normally go off of emotions when making something.'

'What emotion were you feeling when making that?' I point at her painting.

'Nothing really,' She pauses. 'Draw what you think is cool.'

'What?'

'I do that sometimes. One time I drew two really massive hands holding a crystal ball because I thought it was cool.'

It's hard to come up with something with just that. I start to try and sketch the girl. We continue our conversation while I'm drawing. 'What's your name?'

'Kaguya.'

'Kaguya?'

'Nah, that's my mother's name. My actual name is Tris.'

'I'm Ren.'

'Star Wars?'

'Stop...'

'I don't really watch Star Wars, I just know the character since he's everywhere.'

'That's good, at my last school students would mess with me because I had that name.'

'What's your last name?'

'Moon.'

'Which do you prefer?'

'What do you mean?'

'Your last name or your first name?'

'Last name.'

'Okay, Moon.'

This odd understanding between us kind of irritated me.

I finished the sketch and gave it to her. It was a bit... scuffed. I don't really like it. I don't think I was really bad at drawing her but, something feels off.

'You draw jagged lines.'

'Hmmm...'

'It's not really bad but I'm guessing that you didn't really intend for this?'

'Yeah... I'm just not feeling it.'

'Then come back to become better.' She gives me back the drawing I made with a smile on her face. 'Maybe we can learn what's inside that head of yours when you come back.'

I decided to join the art club.