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The Conversation

It changed my life; that one simple conversation during lunch. I went out to the tree like I had done so many times. It was January 10th; a cold, cloudless day, but I still liked sitting in the tree because it gave me a sense of comfort that I couldn’t seem to explain. I had a simple lunch, a burger with fries on a tray, and plain milk, because I felt that chocolate distracted from the taste of the entrée.
I was sitting there thinking. Thinking about the semester ahead; about things like what classes I would take, and what friends would be in those classes with me. I usually took classes like math and science classes, but I wanted something more artistic. I don’t know why, but I was driven to take an art class, the only problem was that I didn’t think I was good enough. It was just one of the things that made that year’s scheduling harder.
While I was going over my schedule I heard someone coming, and when I looked I saw that it was one of my friends, Kari. We had been friends ever since sixth grade when we had the same teacher.
She was tall, but not quite as tall as me, and she also a bit skinnier than me. She had on this curious sweatshirt with flying pigs on it, I had seen this sweatshirt before and I remembered it because it had such odd designs. Another thing I noticed was that she had new shoes. They were high-top sneakers that unfortunately had gotten a tad bit of mud on them from walking through the grass.
As she came closer I calmly said “Hello.” She asked me what I was doing and I said that I was just going over my classes for next year. I then inquired about what classes she picked, and she told me that she would be taking more arts based classes than last year.
“I had considered taking an art class, but I didn’t think it was right for me,” I mumbled.
“You should. I’ve seen you drawing, and you’re pretty good at it. I think you would do well in a drawing class,” She told me.
“Yeah? I guess so. What block is it in?” I asked inquisitively.
“Sixth, you could take it with me if you want,” She replied in an inviting tone.
“I think that’ll work; if I just move around a few other classes. I think it’ll be fun to just work on projects instead of worrying about tests,”
“Good, I think I’ll have fun next semester too,” She smiled slightly.
With that she walked away leaving me to finish my lunch with just my thoughts to keep me company. I ate the rest of my meal, and after some consideration of what the new year would bring, I decided to draw an illustration of the scene, trying new ways just like I would be trying a new set of classes.

Description
The Conversation

It changed my life; that one simple conversation during lunch. I went out to the tree like I had done so many times. It was January 10th; a cold, cloudless day, but I still liked sitting in the tree because it gave me a sense of comfort that I couldn’t seem to explain. I had a simple lunch, a burger with fries on a tray, and plain milk, because I felt that chocolate distracted from the taste of the entrée.
I was sitting there thinking. Thinking about the semester ahead; about things like what classes I would take, and what friends would be in those classes with me. I usually took classes like math and science classes, but I wanted something more artistic. I don’t know why, but I was driven to take an art class, the only problem was that I didn’t think I was good enough. It was just one of the things that made that year’s scheduling harder.
While I was going over my schedule I heard someone coming, and when I looked I saw that it was one of my friends, Kari. We had been friends ever since sixth grade when we had the same teacher.
She was tall, but not quite as tall as me, and she also a bit skinnier than me. She had on this curious sweatshirt with flying pigs on it, I had seen this sweatshirt before and I remembered it because it had such odd designs. Another thing I noticed was that she had new shoes. They were high-top sneakers that unfortunately had gotten a tad bit of mud on them from walking through the grass.
As she came closer I calmly said “Hello.” She asked me what I was doing and I said that I was just going over my classes for next year. I then inquired about what classes she picked, and she told me that she would be taking more arts based classes than last year.
“I had considered taking an art class, but I didn’t think it was right for me,” I mumbled.
“You should. I’ve seen you drawing, and you’re pretty good at it. I think you would do well in a drawing class,” She told me.
“Yeah? I guess so. What block is it in?” I asked inquisitively.
“Sixth, you could take it with me if you want,” She replied in an inviting tone.
“I think that’ll work; if I just move around a few other classes. I think it’ll be fun to just work on projects instead of worrying about tests,”
“Good, I think I’ll have fun next semester too,” She smiled slightly.
With that she walked away leaving me to finish my lunch with just my thoughts to keep me company. I ate the rest of my meal, and after some consideration of what the new year would bring, I decided to draw an illustration of the scene, trying new ways just like I would be trying a new set of classes.