//------------------------------// // 6: Art Classes with the Perfect Model. // Story: The Curiosity of Mr. Disc // by CrackedInkWell //------------------------------// “How long is this going to take?” Charlie asked as he walked beside me. Through a favor, I managed to give the spy a long sleeve hoodie along with a pair of sunglasses while we’re on school grounds. At this point, the Changeling had been obedient from every request I give. (Get your minds out of the gutter, will you! Humanoid insects’ aren’t my thing, thank you very much.) Anyway, the clock read ten minutes till school starts. “The first hour starts at 8:30 and the last at 3:30 in the afternoon. Lunch is at 12:15 and it goes on until 12:50. You’ll be eating with us teachers since I still have to keep an eye on you.” “What if I need a restroom?” “I find that very doubtful.” “Why’s that.” “You've never asked for one up until now.” Even though I couldn't see it through the sunglasses, I could tell he was glaring at me. “Now come along,” I told him. “We have some classes to attend to.” I led him into the school, though students, doors, and rows upon rows of lockers until I came to room 113, my classroom. I unlocked the door and went in with Charlie following behind. With a whistle, a chair fell from the ceiling and landed right in front of Charlie. Getting the hint, he took a seat while I took mine. By the time the first period rolled in, students were falling through the door and taking their usual places among the black tables. Until the bell rang the students put their stuff down near their chairs, talked and gave a glance over to Charlie who had his arms folded. Then came the bell for 8:30, “Good morning class,” I said. “Today we’re going to do something a little fun. With the help of my assistant,” I gestured over to Charlie, “we’re going to do portraits today. This here is a professional model that will be assisting us.” A student raised her hand, “Mr. Disc, how is he a professional model? I've never seen him in any magazine.” “Ah, of course, you wouldn't but be patient with me; you’re all about to see why in a moment. But before we do so, can anyone tell me, what are some important elements to keep in mind while doing a portrait, anyone?” Another student raised his hand, “Aren't portraits more difficult because the one we’re drawing is alive?” “Very good,” I said nodding, “and the reason for that?” “Well, they could move at any time so it might be hard for us to copy everything down at once.” “Yes, when doing a portrait it’s always important to keep the subject, or in this case, our model in one particular place in one particular posture. In terms of painting or drawing, you might want to keep an eye on how light is cast on our model from where all of you are sitting. Also, keep in mind of color and shading as well. And you’ll all be drawing this out by using chalk or colored pencils, your choice. Also, these portraits will be due at the end of the class so let’s not waste any more time than we've already had.” I turned to Charlie, “You can take off the glasses and hoodie now,” I told him. He did, and this, of course, is quickly followed by the shrieking in which I had to calm the class down. To tell them that it’s alright, he’s not going to hurt them and told the Changeling to turn into somebody in the classroom. After bursting into flames he changed into one of my students with a frown on his face. “I call this one, the grump,” I joked. _*_ “How much longer?” Charlie asked now sounding tired. “I’m starving here,” he added. A minute later, the bell rang for lunch and all the students through their portraits at my desk as they all rushed out. Charlie dropped the disguise, back into Swiss cheese boy with his arms around his stomach. “Hungry?” I asked. “I haven’t had much since yesterday,” he looked at me annoyed. Then he stopped and sniffed the air. “What is that?” he asked. “It smells so… good.” I looked up in time to see a few students walk past the door, immediately putting two and two together what’s about to happen. “Now Charlie,” I said but he rushed out of the room followed by a couple of screams. I rushed right out to find that he’d tackled a couple of students. I grabbed the school paper, rolled it up and start hitting Charlie with it. “No! Bad Charlie! Off! Now!” “Ow! Alright! Alright!” He got up from the couple in which I let a hand to both of them. “I am so, so sorry about that, don’t know what’s got into him,” I apologized. “It’s alright, we’re fine,” the green haired student turned to a familiar looking student with blue and pink hair. “Come on Bonnie,” she said as the two walked away. I turned my attention to Charlie, “What was that for?!” I scolded. “Hey, I’m hungry, and I just only had a snack back there.” “But did you have to attack just to eat?” I dragged him by the ear back into my classroom. I handed him the hoodie and sunglasses. “You would too if you were as hungry as I am,” I muttered. “Uh-huh. Now let’s just get to-” I looked at my desk and notice something was dripping. It looked like melted white wax that was dripping from above. I looked up the ceiling and saw that it was melting. Not only that but the entire room seemed to be melting, even Charlie. “No. Not this again,” I reached for the pockets of my melting clothes to grab my pills. I open the melting cap and took a few of the melting pills down my throat. I snapped my fingers to lock the door, locking both myself and Charlie in. “Uh, what’s going on?” Charlie asked, his voice sounding nervous. I sat down in my chair and closed my eyes for a few moments for the delusion to go away. Charlie asked again and I told him to just wait. Taking in large breaths of air in and out of my lungs, hoping that the melting would quickly pass. I open my eyes to see the classroom back to normal. So with it gone, I had the door open.