The next day at school, I made my way to classroom 14B.
A small group of students were already gathered with scrolls of paper and different folders as well as colour swatches spread all over.
There must have been about eight kids all talking over each other as they went about their business.
I paused at the door waiting for someone to notice me amidst all the chaos. But it was clear that wasn’t going to happen.
“I told you this won’t go with chartreuse! Do you even know what chartreuse is, Ross?” A mousy haired girl yelled out sharply at a big and burly kid.
Half of me was ready to make a bee line right out of there. Maybe Mrs Keen didn’t know what she was talking about when she said this was exactly what I needed.
Finally, I got the courage to clear my throat.
No one turned to look
