Fandom High School

After last week’s movie time, and the week before that (which Angela was still avoiding thinking too much about thank you very much). It was about time they had everyone let loose. That was what this class was going to be all about.

The message had gone out telling everyone to make their way to the Danger Shop for class today -- and to wear old clothes or clothes that they didn’t mind getting very, very messy; and when they arrived, they would find a very un-class-like setup to the room.

There were two long yellow lengths of plastic that were lined up side by side and not only were they covered with different paint trails, the fountain at the end of the strips were spraying paint and the very end of the slippery slide was a small, indentation of a pool that was attached to the slide. That was also filled with paint.

Surrounding each slide pool were very large pieces of white butcher paper.

“Today, you’re going to get completely messy and there is no way around it,” Savannah said with a little more of her usual cheerfulness. “After all, sometimes you can’t remain clean when you get lost in your art -- or you’re trying to do Expressionist works.”

They might’ve been looking forward to this particular class for a while... Angela spread her hands. “This activity might just be aiming for a two in one.” Or, it might just be an excuse to throw paint around. With these two, you could never quite tell.

No, you never could and that was why they were an awesome teaching team.

“The idea is for you to run and throw yourself down the slippery plastic. You’ll go all the way down it, through the paint fountain and into the pool. From there, you’ll roll or crawl onto the white paper -- thus making your own unique painting.”

Angela kicked a bucket of balloons near their feet. “If we don’t think you’re getting messy enough, we might just help out.”