I Do Not C a r e.

[Naomi Izumi]

Walking into the Art room was a major relief to Naomi. She had been wanting to paint something for awhile. Just anything. Taking pictures was also a thing for Naomi, but she had nearly used up all her film. And she didn't want to use another roll. Thinking that digital cameras suck, Naomi will never use a digital one.

Setting down her black bag near an easel, Naomi pulled her long midnight hair up into a loose ponytail. Today, her attire was a faded mini skirt, and fishnet leggings. The fishnets were two different colors on each pale skinny leg. Bright blue and neon pink were the colors today. Her shirt was black and tight, showing off her skinny frame. A white fishnet long sleeved shirt was under it. Yes; she knew her style was crazy for an ice cold person.

Opening the paints and gathering brushes, Naomi hoped that no one would come in. Why? Because she wanted solitude at the moment. But, knowing her luck, someone would walk in and try to disturb her. Picking up her brush, she dipped it lightly into some sapphire blue paint.

Shifting her weight slightly, Naomi came slightly closer to the easel. Just to make sure that the stroke was perfect. Looking down at her white converses, the girl hoped that she wouldn't get anything on them. She had just gotten those. And it would suck for them to get stained with paint the first time she wore them.

"Finally. Some solitude.." Naomi muttered, continuing on with her painting. As shown, Naomi wasn't a very social person. She would rather be anti-social ninety-ninety percent of the time. Naomi would rather be doing things more useful than talking to people.

[Carolina Simpson]

Carolina often visited the art classroom for multiple reasons. Sometimes to go in the dark room to develop some photos, other times to do some painting or drawing using the school’s supply. And then there were those times when she had art class and it was just necessary.

Today she expected the room to be empty, as school had only just started again and not everyone had arrived yet. The girl’s dorm was pretty empty for the senior, but that could be good as you had priority to choosing a bed.

Walking inside with a drawing on a canvas under her arm, she was surprised to see another girl there. She had dark hair and piercing blue eyes. With a unique sense of style which the seventeen year old envied. They hadn’t met before, but the girl looked nice.

“Hi.” she said simply, walking round the table to her to set up her painting things. Her own picture was one of which she had drawn at home, it was her cat; Eleanor, but she had waited until school started to paint it so that she could use decent paints.

Getting some paint from the cupboards, she pushed the glasses she was wearing further up the ridge of her nose, wishing she had remembered to wear contacts. Pulling her olive green khakis up a little, she went back to her painting area, next to the other girl.
“I’m Carolina, by the way.”

[Naomi Izumi]

Hearing someone come in the room slightly startled Naomi, causing her to slightly mess up the stroke. Turning around slightly, she observed the girl. Brunette hair and olive eyes. She was also wearing glasses, which reminded Naomi of her blue contact lenses. Yes; those weren't her real eye colors. Cinnamon was her true eye color, but no one would ever know that with the ever changing eye colors.

"Konichiwa.." Naomi replied, using her language. Yes, she was also full Japanese. Naomi tapped her bright, glittery false green nails against her brush, watching the girl slightly.

"Naomi." Naomi said, as a form of introducing herself. She just gave a small nod when the girl told her her name. She turned back to her painting. It was starting to take form of a simple winter day. With little flurries of snow fluttering down to the ground, the pine trees covered with a thin blanket of the white powder.

[Carolina Simpson]

Hearing a different language greeting made Carolina wonder about the girl’s race. She looked slightly oriental with the dark hair and ‘porcelain’ features, the only thing that confused her was the blue eyes. But still, she looked friendly and her picture looked professionally done.

Squeezing a ginger-brown coloured paint onto the pallet, she dabbed the brush into it, and started to paint over the pencil lines she had made the week before. The drawing had been copied from a pictured of her cat whilst sleeping. She was curled up in a wicker basket, tail wrapped around her thing, furry legs.

After about a minute of painting, she glanced over at Naomi’s painting. It was turning out really well- a winter scene was recognisable.
“I love your painting. When did you learn to paint like that?”

[Naomi Izumi]

Dabbing a miniscule bit of dark forest green paint, Naomi gave her an odd look when Carolina started to study her features. It made Naomi feel a little bit more awkward around this girl. She didn't like to be studied that much. Especially when people were trying to determine her race.

Putting more faded blue paint along the sky, Naomi heard the girl's comment. She barely received any comments on her artwork. Naomi already had two sketchbooks filled with her drawings. It was all mainly from boredom. And when she found something, or someone, interesting to draw.

Deciding to reply, Naomi gave her a short nod of thanks. "Thank you. Yours is good, too.." Naomi responded, a little icily. She didn't mean for her tone to be all cold, it was just natural. Just a natural Ice Queen. And she wasn't going to change for anyone.

Hearing her ask on how she had learned to paint like she did, Naomi slightly shrugged. "I taught myself." She answered, stroking some brown for some of the visible tree trunks in the painting. Which was true. Sitting home alone got quite boring afterwhile. So, Naomi took her interest in Art. Even after her parents were arrested and she got on some drugs, Naomi still liked to paint.