Abby
I accepted the piece of paper that our art teacher was handing out while she was talking, not that I was listening as I was looking at the page and the words “sketch” and “model” stood out. I looked at Melissa to see if she was seeing what I was seeing.
“For some of you who have already had the chance to skim through.” The teacher started, standing in front of the classroom looking at us. “You would notice that your next assignment asks of you to sketch a model.” She looked at everyone freaking out softly. “Now, our school is not fortunate enough to have us bring in a model. So you have to find your own model, it can either be of your parents, family or even people that you know.” The girls close to my table started snickering because of what the one girl commented.
“But please ke
