fandomhigh | Art Therapy! Friday, P2 [Week 1]

Friday morning, there was coffee and cookies supplied. Don’t get too used to that, kids. The enthusiasm would probably wear off just a little as the term went on. The desks were arranged in a circle and on each one students would find an A5 sketchpad.

Angela would be found sitting on one of the desks, facing them all. "So welcome to Art Therapy." She was maybe the tiniest bit excited about this, yes. "I’m Angela Montenegro, Fandom class of 2010. Just call me Angela. I’ll be Ms. Montenegro when I get old." Aka. not yet. "Hopefully you’re all here by choice, if not... I’m sorry, but I’ll try and keep it bearable. I’ve always found my art to be one of the greatest outlets. For stress, for happiness, for anger, and just for expressing yourself and your own individuality. The best art is all about emotion, but you’ve got to know how to tap it. So we are going to be looking at that and also learning how art can help you. Because it can, I promise."

"The sketchbooks are yours for art journaling. Decorate them, draw in them, whatever takes you. If decide to destroy yours... Safety first." Art therapy, guys. She wouldn’t judge. "If you do one of the former, I would love to see it." There was no need to bring back the remains if you went for the latter. Really.

"If you ever have any questions, or problems, or whatever else, come find me or you can talk to my fabulous TA Angelica here."

Okay. That out the way. "It’s Friday of the first week, you all know where this is going by now. I want to know a little about you guys." And she was going to start with you, random student.

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Fawn had been spending a little bit of time fondling and admiring the notebook, which seemed to her to have some sort of strange power for all the things that would be captured inside of it through the weeks, and she couldn't wait to start covering its pages with all sorts of dark and wonderful thoughts, so when it came around to her turn to introduce herself, there was a faint smile on her face. She kept her head slightly down as she talked, though, her voice quiet.

"I'm Fawn Farrell," she offered, speaking as thought to the desk or her new sketchbook. "I'm going to be a freshman, and the last artistic thing I did, I guess, was playing my harmonica."

Yes, she skipped the random fact about you part, because she believe that anything interesting about her was best kept a secret, and beyond that, there wasn't much interesting at all.

"Oh, nice." That was one you didn't hear every day. It almost covered the 'random fact' part too. "Did you teach yourself that?"

A faint hint of a smile managed to surface on Fawn's face, though it was a little wry. She figured the interest that Ms. Monte--Angela was feigning was just to be nice. "Kind of," she said, shrugging her shoulder. "My whole family plays instruments."

And wound up with the harmonica and drums because she was terrible at everything else.

"My dad's musical," Angela offered. "It's a gene that did not make it to me." But art and music, they used similar parts of the brain, or so she'd been told.

"Do you enjoy it?" It was possible, that it was something she did purely because her family's musical tendencies nudged her into it, after all.

If Fawn were to be truthful and open in this conversation, she probably would have told Angela all about how the only time she truly felt free, the only time she felt she could ever express herself, it would be when she was holding a pencil to paper or her harmonica to her lips. That she felt alive and powerful and nothing could hold her back.

But of course she wasn't going to be. She just shrugged her shoulders and looked down toward her feet. "It's okay, I guess."

Maybe by the end of the seven weeks, she would get to that. You never knew.

Angela smiled. "I will take okay over 'hell no'," she decided. "I hope you enjoy the class, sweetie."

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