Terry watched the art teacher bounce about the room from the safety of the floor near the back of the class. He liked the fact that they were invited to sit where they pleased. Most other teachers forced him into seating arrangements, sometimes even making him sit next to his bullies or lovers. He said he was present when Mr Seridano called out his name, popping his hand in the air so the teacher could see where he sat. Terry met eyes with him for a brief moment and his heart skipped a beat. Such interesting eyes... Terry wondered if the teacher was blind in one eye as well.

They began their lesson, which, like on every first day of class, was a simple exercise for everyone to get to know one another. They had to draw their family, their pets, the things that they liked... Terry just drew a forest, with squirrels nibbling on acorns in the tree branches. What spring looked like in the forest outside the school grounds. He sighed and looked out the window, wondering if snow would fall soon.