angelicxdream
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2009
- Location
- Canada
Audrey stumbled into class, breathing quietly as she looked around. She had been in a rush that she hadn't had time to brush her hair, eat, or anything else. She came into class with her brown hair tumbling over her shoulders, her black messenger bag slung over her white t-shirt and navy blue jeans complete with white and gold sneakers. No one had been here. She had forgotten, she had set her alarm early, so she wouldn't be late for class again. Taking out her drawing pencils on the edge of the canvas, she sighed. At least she wasn't late. Her stomach, which was growling, demanded food as soon as possible which wouldn't be for another two hours. She searched through her bag furiously for something. A granola bar, a sandwich, anything. No, nothing. Just pens, pencils, some paints, and more paper. She sighed, and grabbed out her agenda, to keep herself busy until class had started. She circled today's date in bright red pencil crayon, wondering why. When she peered closer it read, "Nude Model!" in her messier than usual handwriting. Immeadiately, a blush settled over her cheeks.
Throwing the agenda into her bag, she glared at it, even after she couldn't see it, the binders, filled with her own drawings, and sketchs covering it from her sight. Sighing, she rubbed her temples. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to run away. She had been brought up in a very conservative family, that idealized certain manners before anything else. She had enough sense not to let her creative side take charge of her life, and her career. This class, it was just a class she took, something out of interest. She knew being an artist, it didn't pay well, it wasn't something reliable, something stable she could rely on. She had been offered a job at a top-knotch law firm as a lawyer. She was in her last year of university, at NYU, studying law. It was the other something she was passionate about.
Throwing the agenda into her bag, she glared at it, even after she couldn't see it, the binders, filled with her own drawings, and sketchs covering it from her sight. Sighing, she rubbed her temples. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to run away. She had been brought up in a very conservative family, that idealized certain manners before anything else. She had enough sense not to let her creative side take charge of her life, and her career. This class, it was just a class she took, something out of interest. She knew being an artist, it didn't pay well, it wasn't something reliable, something stable she could rely on. She had been offered a job at a top-knotch law firm as a lawyer. She was in her last year of university, at NYU, studying law. It was the other something she was passionate about.