Lonliness spread through a canvas.

[Annabella De Luca]

Annabella has been pretty lonely nowadays since the new school year has started and all the new dorm kids have came. She sits in her art gallery and thinks back to last semester, where she partied every night. Drank, got high, slept around. And all those guys that came searching for her afterwards. Alot of her paintings showed her hard times, and her good ones, the bad guys, and the unforgettable ones. She missed those times. She never felt lonely then. Now on the other hand.. She never felt lonelier. She sat down in the middle of her gallery and looked up, she had painted a giant mural on the ceiling. Full of hidden meanings shed only know. She layed there thinking for a while. Her hair was swept back into a bun, with her heavy makeup done perfectly, as always. She had on a pair of black skinny jeans and a large band tshirt. She closed her eyes and started humming a similar tune to her old days.

[Brett Mirth]

Brett walked into the art room slowly; she just had finished her first assignment, and planned to leave it on the teacher's desk. Brett's hair was down, and looked darker than usual almost black. She wore a white shirt that was suppose to show some messed up carnival. She had on her electric blue skinny jeans, and black, and white checkered vans. Usual makeup, and earrings. Brett saw Anna in there; they didn't know eachother that well, but she thought of her as a friend. Brett smiled at her, and walked over. "Hey; what's up?" She asked friendly with her project in her hands.

[Annabella De Luca]

Anna looked up to Brett and was kind of confused. Most kids didn't come into this room since it was Anna's personal gallery and they weren't big fans of her work. She looked at Brett for a second and cracked her toes, which were bare. She didn't like wearing shoes in her gallery. "Nothing really. I'm kinda confused.. Why are you in my gallery..? Not many kids come in here. Specially the new ones, most of them despise my work."

[Brett Mirth]

Brett scratched her head; "Oh well; I was just on my way to give this to the teacher; I wasn't here yesturday; so the head master had to tell me about my assignment. Umm; do you know exactly who the teacher is?" Brett asked while she looked at Anna's gallery. 'Wow; this stuff is good; very emotional.'

[Annabella De Luca]

Anna smiled then. She had just became the new art teacher and was very happy about it. She stood up and offered her hand. "I'll be the new teacher. I go by anna or annabella all that bs about last name teachers bugs me." Anna took a deep sigh and looked around. "You can play your work to dry on one of the easels thats free."

[Brett Mirth]

Brett was surprised; she didn't know Anna was the art teacher. "Oh; thanks" Brett smiled, and went by one of the empty easels; placing her work carefully on the easel. It was just plain still life. It was her unfinished sketch from yesturday; when the forest had flooded (other thread x]). She luckily had her paper still with her, and editted it this morning. The paint was still wet. "I hope this doesn't sound rude or anything, cause that's not what i'm intending; aren't you a little to young to be a teacher here? Well; I thought you were a student." The blood rushed to her cheeks.

[Annabella De Luca]

Anna smiled. "I haven't been a student for here for a couple of years by now. I just live around here. One of them creepy mage kids who won't leave, ye know? They gave me the job cause no one else was willing to do it anymore."

[Brett Mirth]

Brett nodded with a smirk. "I see.." Brett understood. Brett pulled out a chair from a desk, and sat down. "Please; go on." Brett mused; she wanted to know more about Anna; what interests her about Powell?