Fan Fiction ❯ Terra ❯ Summer classes and doodles ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Never thought this would happen, I never thought any of it was real, but how dreadfully mistaken I was…
It was a usual, boring, boiling day, and I was stuck in a crowded, suffocated, unaired room. The teacher drabbled on about how the youth of today wasn’t getting enough education, and how kids in Japan are a million times smarter than we are because they’re in a class room most of their lives. Never in millennia would I have thought this day would turn out like it did.
Oh, in case you’re wondering, not sure you are, but my name is Terra Patrona. I’m a teen trapped in a living incarnation of an inferno of Hell, also known as summer classes. You either love them, like them, hate them, despise them, or loathe them. I’m stuck on the two latter.
Anyway as the teacher droned on, I decided to completely ignore all educational related things and work on a more creative outlet. I started to right beautiful poems about how I hate this summer class, and I drew two endearing felines and a fox wearing a bandana and cowboy boots. Why I decided to take summer classes on science and math is beyond me.
As I was drawing I began to draw a very detailed drawing of a beautiful young man. He was probably a teen, and had very feminine features. The only that made him look like a male was his lack of chest and his slight masculinity, but even that wouldn’t have helped, I just knew that he was a he. What was an even bigger through off was his waist length braid. Coincidentally, I had color pencils and decided to color him in. Turns out, whoever he is, he has auburn hair and sad, foggy, light-blue eyes. Man, I drew a wicked awesome picture! What scared me, was the fact that I felt like I had met him before. Like I had actually seen him. I pretty sure I’ve never met a guy even close to as pretty as this guy was!
After shaking of the fact that I had drawn an extremely detailed drawing of a guy I’ve never seen, I decided to draw something else. I’m not sure if you’ve had one of those days, but to me it’s a common thing, I was drawing another very detailed picture of a guy. This guy was probably an older teen. He was handsome, but he was covered in bandages, had a cast, and had a weird eye patch, but even with all the patching I still found him handsome. He was wearing what looked like a cop uniform, but it was bizarre looking. When I finished sketching him, I began to color him in. His hair was this pretty, unusual silvery-blue color and his eyes were a pale violet color. Just like the other guy, I felt like I met him before.
What I thought was really mean was that both of them were very pretty.