Most people don’t believe in creatures like the Headless Horseman...but that’s her father, and nobody believes her, but she decides to go with it, and eventually she meets a boy, one who has had his eye on her since she started high school, and for the first time in her life, she has someone to talk to and hang out with. But he doesn’t know she’s a dullahan, a creature that can either have their head on their neck like a human, or can carry their heads with them.
No immediate finding out my character is a dullahan, that is saved for later.
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The girl smiled and she took her clay back to the table with a piece of wood,beginning with a slab base, then cutting it into a circle. While she worked, she put a hole big enough to allow a golden dollar through, then she began to cut a large slab in the shape of the side of the knight piece.
I followed Cynthia and began heading to the back of the room near the larger stain proof tables. I started of my first step with slab building making sure it was rolled enough to start my next step. Mrs. Lautner showed me tips and tricks on how to make the process easier.
She smiled and showed the teacher what she had drawn. “That’s incredible, and such detail for the drawing too!” Mrs Lautner said with a smile, and she let her begin with her project, helping her get her clay to make the bank
I nodded, "Of course you should! That looks great.", the sketch was beautiful. The pattern was pretty definite too. I looked back over to my sketch, "I'm hoping I can add designs on the shell, but since this will be my first time I don't wanna go too crazy", I laughed a little.
“That’s cool!” Cynthia told him, finishing her sketch of her horse bank. “What do you think of mine?” She asked, showing him her initial sketch. “My dad loves horses as much as I do, so I don’t know if I should make him something as well...” she said quietly
I watched as Cynthia sketched and I began to sketch mine. It was a coiled basket turtle jar. My mom is obsessed with turtle nick knacks. Her house is filled with them; even the bathrooms. We used to go out and buy turtle based items from yard sales and antique stores on the weekends.
She smiled and watched as they began to introduce themselves to the teacher, and soon the class was beginning to sketch out what they were hoping to make in two days. Cynthia’s Project was supposed to be a knight shaped chess piece, in the shape of a horse head, with a slot on the bottom and a hole in the bottom
Mrs. Lautner walked towards the whiteboard and began writing her name, "Excellent! Saving is an important thing when your in high school.", She sat back down at her desk once she was done. I smiled winking at Cynthia again as I watched the other students fill the room. There was a ton of students so far. Everyone enjoyed ceramics class here. I'm surprised I even got in with all the other students applying for the class last year.
Mrs Lautner smiled. “I bet I will. Anyone who likes art classes or ceramics is someone I would like.” She said, and she asked what she planned on making in her class. “I mainly want to make a bank so I can put my money in it.” She said with a smile.
I stepped out of the spinny chair feeling a bit dizzy, "Yea! Shes super smart! you'll like her.", I sat down in the front left corner near a window. I motioned fro Cynthia to sit beside me before anyone else stole the seat.
She smiled and said hello to Des, and she smiled. “So, who is your friend? Is she new?” Mrs Lautner asked, and Cynthia smiled and answered politely. “My name is Cynthia B Hedd, and I am new here.” She said
I waved sitting down in a near spinny chair, as i called them, and spinning around a bit, "Hi Ms. Lautner!", I greeted. I knew her from last year when we met with other teachers in open house for the higher up building.
She smiled and walked into the classroom, sitting on a stool at one of the tables, and soon, she was greeted by the teacher. “Welcome to ceramics class.” The teacher replied, and smiled, telling they could both be potential artists
I watched as Cynthia rushed to the class to look around, "Perfect!", I announced walking to the classroom myself. It was a pretty big class with large tables full of ceramics materials and past ceramics projects.
She shrugged. “You would like English History more, it has so much to talk about compared to here.” She said with a smile, and she looked around, and then she found the ceramics classroom. “There’s the ceramics class!”
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