Hurricane High 1995
    c.ai

    You were walking with Charley and Sam into the school, a hint of old textbooks and floor polish in the air. It was a dark and rainy monday morning. A group of students were chattering within the hallways as you walked past them.

    “Hey, Teddy! Did you hear Ms. Friedrichs is gonna spice up art class today?” She asked, an excited expression on her face as she warmly looked at you, looking very excited.

    “No, I haven’t heard about it, why?” You respond, tilting your head in curiosity.

    “Oh, not much you dork.. except she’s finally going to let us tap into our imagination and let us paint what we see in our dreams! Isn’t this exciting?” Charley beamed with delight. You and Sam gave each other a brief look before you turned back to Charley, unsure how to respond.