Kelsee was always small, always invisible. She had just moved to a new school, but no one talked to her and at home she barely spoke. She kept herself to her art. But in the mind of Kelsee, she had a crush, a crush on him, already. She didn’t know his name, but she loved him. It was embarrassing, she knew, but she couldn’t help it.
The only class that they had together was art.
In art, they were making sculptures of people. Everybody tried their best, but no one did that good of a job. Except for Kelsee. Kelsee’s sculpture was only a head so far, but it was really good. Everyone admired it.
So this one day during art, he comes over and Kelsee doesn’t know what to say.
“Hey, can I see your project?” He asked.
Kelsee paused for a second, then handed it over.
“I have to go bring Mr. Mcmann these cut out letters. I’ll be right back.” The art teacher announced and left.
Kelsee turned her attention back to him and her sculpture. But what was this? The clay head was a blob! She looked up and around for him, but he wasn’t there. He had gone to the bathroom. The teacher came back, and then he came back. Startled, he watched as the teacher walked over to Kelsee.
“ Kelsee, why did you destroy your art? It was beautiful!” she exclaimed.
“I…I…” Kelsee started. She looked at him, a stricken look on his face, and then back to the teacher.
“I…I thought it was bad…so I wanted to start over.” Kelsee finished and looked down.
“I’m sorry Kelsee, but if you want the grade, then you’re going to have to come in the morning tomorrw plus your class time. Tomorrow is the last day.” The teacher walked away.
Kelsee looked up at him, then away. Slowly, she began another sculpture. She didn’t know what to do about him anymore.
Class was over. Kelsee quickly grabbed her books and rushed out the door.
“Kelsee!” he was calling her. But she didn’t want to talk to him. Not now. So she ran to her next class.
It was the next day. Kelsee couldn’t bear to go to school, but she couldn’t tell her parents the reason. So she went to school.
She dreaded art, she dreaded to see him and she desperately wanted to avoid him. During homeroom she went to art and continued to shape her clay head. There. 10 minutes had passed and she was done the shape of the head and the neck. The bell rang, and since Kelsee had art first, she stayed where she was and continued working.
He walked over to her but she didn’t stop working. He got straight to the point.
“Why’d you do it?” he asked, “Why didn’t you spill?”
“I have the same question for you.” She replied and took her hands away from the sculpture.
“It wasn’t my fault. Not really. I was just looking at it when Joe pushed me and made me squish half of it anyway. I didn’t know what to do, so I just ruined the rest of it. Sorry.”
Kelsee sighed. It would have looked more like an accident it he hadn’t done that, but boys will be boys.
“That’s okay. I guess that you can’t change anything now. But thanks for apologizing. I-” Kelsee stopped, realizing how much she had talked.
“What?” He asked.
“Er…what is your name?” she asked.
“Oh. It’s Darry.”He said with a smile and walked away.
Why did he smile? Kelsee wondered and started to shape the cheekbones on her clay head.
Meanwhile, he went back to his table.
“So how’d it go?” his friend asked.
“I think I like her.” He said and looked back at her. heart
- Title: Crushed
- Artist: Arlikie
- Description: Hmmm, I guess I wrote this when I was about 12 or so. So it's kinda bad. And no, this doesn't have anything to with my other story. I guess I just have a thing for art class, loser girls, and boys...
- Date: 01/02/2009
- Tags: crushed