It was 6:30 whenever Jade got up. Classes started at eight, and she wanted to make sure her day began well with a nice breakfast. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day after all, and that was a statement that Jade embraced fully. She grabbed her map of the campus and headed towards the small convenience store that was only a few blocks away from the dorm. She walked in and headed straight for the milk and eggs, and continued on to the bread and so on and so forth. After she had gotten all that she needed, she paid the cashier and headed back towards her dorm.
As she walked, she marveled at the campus's beauty. It was everything her mother had described and more. The buildings towered above her like castles, the elaborate fountains that looked as if they were taken out of a fairytale--it all seemed so unreal.
Whenever she reached the dorm, Jade immediately began cooking. Not long afterward, Iris woke up to the scent of eggs wafting in the air. She sat up and checked her clock. It was a little past seven, which gave her nearly an hour to get ready. She headed towards the bathroom and prepared herself for the day. As she exited the bathroom, she looked over towards Skye, who was still in the midst of slumber. Iris walked to her and gave her a gentle nudge.
"Skye," she said, "wake up, it's the first day of classes."
Skye groaned in response. "Five more minutes mom. . .I promise. . .just five more minutes that's all. . ."
"Oy. . .this might take a while," Iris mumbled. She nudged her again. "It's Iris, Skye."
Skye turned over on her back and opened her eyes. "Oh, hey Iris," she laughed, stretching and releasing a large yawn. "What's for breakfast?"
"Let's go find out. I think Jade is cooking up something in the kitchen."
Both girls were welcomed with a happy smile and freshly-made food. Jade had just finished preparing them with eggs, bacon and toast, all of which they were ready to eat.
"Thank you Jade," Iris said as she made her plate.
"Yeah Jade, this is awesome!" Skye exclaimed, although it didn't take much to please her whenever food was concerned.
"It's no problem guys!" Jade gave them a happy grin as she began eating. It didn't take her long to complete her meal. She was practically buzzing with excitement. If it weren't for her inhibition, she would be screaming from the rooftops.
The same went for the other two. Of course, under normal circumstances, Skye probably would be screaming from the rooftops if it weren't for her fatigue holding her back.
By the time 7:45 came all three of them were ready to leave for classes. Skye and Iris left off for History of the Arts, and Jade left for Life Drawing.
As Iris and Skye entered their classroom, their eyes wandered the walls. Prints of famous paintings covered nearly every inch of them. There were not individual desks, but numerous tables that could seat at least three people. That was more than the class needed though. Besides Iris, and Skye, there were only about fifteen people in the room, one of which they presumed to be the teacher.
She appeared to be older than the rest of them--perhaps in her mid-thirties. Although she was petite, possibly the smallest person in the room, her stance held more power than everyone else's combined. The paleness of her skin was complemented by the lightness of her hair that was currently pulled back into a ponytail.
"Students," she said with a voice so large for a women so small, "my name is Ms. Callaway. If you have yet to realize, I will be your History of the Arts professor this semester. Before we continue there is one thing you all need to be aware of. From now until 9:30 you are in my class, therefore you must follow my rules. It'll save you extra work and it'll save me some energy. I don't have many rules, so it won't be that hard to follow them. Secondly, I have already introduced myself, so now it's you turn. Just stand up and tell us your name and a little about yourself."
Then, one by one, each individual person did as she told. When it came to Skye's turn, she was more than ready for it. She had no problem speaking in front of people, be it fifteen or five hundred.
"My name is Skye. One day, I hope to work for Walt Disney Animation Studios," she exclaimed.
"That's a very fine goal you've set for yourself Skye," Ms. Callaway said to her, "I like your attitude. With that and a lot of hard work, you've got a real shot at it."
Skye smile in response. Most people would tell her that she was crazy or that it would never happen, but Ms. Callaway acted like it was an actual possibility. Skye could tell that she was going to like this class already.
Then Ms. Callaway looked at Iris. Iris cringed. She, unlike Skye, did not speak well in front of crowds. "My name is Iris," she spoke, "My goal is to have one of my pieces showcased in The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City."
The professor nodded. "That's a fine goal as well. Quite a few students that have attended Sonser have had their pieces showcased there. With the right material, I'm sure you'll get there as well." She smiled and went on to the next student.
Iris let out a sigh of relief and sat back down. At least that was over with.
The majority of the remaining time they had was spent going over the syllabus and so on and so forth. Tomorrow they would actually start to get to work, something that everyone was anxious for. Both Iris and Skye were happy with their first class, and they were now eager for their next one.
Jade's first class however, did not go as planned. Walking to her classroom she expected to go into a splendorous room with students that were just as eager as she was. What she got however, was about eleven students who were tired and weary, sitting outside the classroom door.
Jade came to a halt whenever she saw it, confused as to why no one was in the classroom. Maybe I've got the wrong room, she thought to herself. She tapped the nearest person's shoulder and asked, "Excuse me, is this Mrs. Carter's Life Drawing Class?"
The person turned around. It was boy around the same age as her. He had dark brown hair that contrasted with his pale skin. He had the face of only eighteen, but his eyes contained a solemness that was far beyond his years. In his hands were a pencil and a sketchbook, both which looked old and worn.
Instead of giving her a spoken answer, he simply nodded.
Alright then, Jade thought. "Why is everyone standing outside of the door? Is Mrs. Carter here yet?"
He shook his head. "No, she's not."
She grew worried. What kind of teacher is late for their own class? This was not the way Jade wanted to spend her first day.
"I can't believe this is happening. . ." she exclaimed. She'd always fantasized about her first day at Sonser, and in her fantasies this day would be no less than perfect. Sure she knew it might not meet her expectations, but she didn't think something like this would happen.
She looked over at the boy, who seemed as nonchalant as ever. In fact, he looked like he couldn't possibly be less interested in what was going on.
"How can you be so calm?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Guess I'm not too worried about it right now."
Jade's eyes widened. Was this boy insane? He'd been accepted into one of the country's finest art academies and he couldn't care less about his whether or not his professors were even there? "It's your first day, and it doesn't matter to you if one of the best art professors in the world is here or not?"
The boy shrugged once more. "No. I'm not even supposed to be in this class. I'm supposed to be in another class but they messed up my schedule and I'm stuck in here for the day."
"But your sketchbook?" Jade asked, looking curiously at it.
He shook his head. "It's a notebook, not a sketchbook," he said, showing her the pages.
"Oh. . ." she mumbled.
He didn't respond. Instead he sat down opened up his notebook and began writing.
Jade, not sure of what to do, sat down beside him. "My name's Jade, what's yours?" she asked, attempting to make conversation with this odd boy.
"Sawyer," he mumbled, his eyes focused on his writing.
"So you're a writer?"
"You don't talk much do you. . ." she said, starting to become a little irritated by his lack of words. At first she thought he was shy, but now he just came off as antisocial.
He shook his head.
Still no actual response I see. . .
"Are you just really quiet or do you not want to talk to me?"
"What is that supposed to mean?!" she said with strong annoyance in her voice.
Sawyer looked at her for a few moments. "You know, for a girl with a bright pink heart tattoo on her calf you aren't very cheerful," he said before returning to his work.
This was not how Jade wanted her day to go at all.