I was walking through out the halls of my new school,worried, nervous,scared. I saw a girl sitting in a corner crying  i got worried so i decided to go an try to calm her down. My only question was how did anyone not see her? Do they not care or something!? ¨Hey? are you okay?¨ The girl looked motionless she tried to lift her head up and when she did she looked really gloomy,depressed,or dejected. She sniffled and said back ¨Yeah i´m okay just had a rough day...¨ I stuck out my hand to help her up i hugged her by giving a little squeeze. She wiped the tears off her face and started to smile a bit. ¨i´m Haisley, you are? ¨i´m August, by the way how is it here at the Art Academy?¨ ¨It´s fine, i guess i really love the design and art classes though!¨ At my first class which was Art today we had to write about an artist´s journey to actually becoming an artist. I was paired with a kid named Dean and Haisley was paired with this girl named Charlie. I went to check out my dorm before meeting up with that Dean kid. The dorm had 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom,  a giant living room, and dining room. I went to the table that Dean was siting at to talk to him about the artists project he was really uptight about the project and strict about it too. He would come up with the words for the slideshow and i would design it which wasn´t much work AT ALL. He's actually so annoying I wanted to switch partners until i knew i was stuck with him. The project was just hours and hours of talking about the concept and what we were gonna type and mostly arguing about how this was gonna go. He returned to his dorm while i stayed back and thought about the design for a bit. After like fifty minutes of that i returned to my dorm only to find the worst thing i´ve every seen in my life...