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from art class? I got most of it done already, I just have a few more things to do and I’d really like to finish it today.” I gave him a tight, nervous smile. He narrowed his eyes at me slightly looking like he wanted to say something but just nodded instead. I got all of my pieces in order and glued into position ready to show Mr Wilson on Friday and was happy with my plan, I smiled down at my work happy with my finished piece and breathed a sigh of relief.
    “ All done?” I looked up to see Mr Matthews resting his chin on his linked fingers, I nodded and began clearing my things away. “May I see?” I looked down at my plan and nodded to him again before I stood up to take my rubbish to the bin. He got up from his desk and walked around to mine looking down at my work. “So what is it all? I mean, what does it all mean?”
    “ It’s a personal history topic, I don’t really like talking about my past so I made it about school life, hence the photo of my class mates walking away, leaving school behind.” I’d called it ‘No Regrets’ which was ironic as I was filled with regret for every day that went by and I hadn’t told him what I was feeling. I was an idiot. I sighed wishing that I could just be honest with him.
    “ Why?” I looked at him questioningly after completely forgetting what I’d just said to him. “You said you don’t like talking about your past, you are only eighteen; you can’t have much of a past.” I shook my head.
    “ It’s not a story you want to hear and one I want to share, even less.” Forcing the sick feeling down my throat and mentally begging myself not to cry, I quickly changed the subject and explained the rest of my work to him.
    “ Wow! This all looks really great Olivia. What are you going to do with the plan then?”
    “ We’re allowed to take it into our exam, so I’m going to sketch out everything you see here and then paint it all. We have a portfolio to hand in on it too.” I got it out of my folder and handed it to him. “The pieces in there are supposed to support my main exam. I’m dreading it, I don’t know if I’ll get it all done in time. I think I may have overestimated my skills” I laughed nervously. He was still flicking through my work, taking in the details of some of the photographs I’d taken and reading all of the captions I’d written to explain them. I felt the blood flooding my cheeks as he flicked through the photographs of me, the small sketches and self-portraits, how close up and personal they were and how intently he was looking through all of them.
    “ I think these are fantastic.” he looked up at me “I bet you’ll do just fine” he said really low. He was stood so close to me, I blinked up at him and tried to gather my thoughts. Right, put my stuff away, that was enough to distract me from the stupid fantasies that flooded my imagination. I pulled away from him to continue clearing my things away; I peeked up at Mr Matthews through my lashes as he put my portfolio down on the table and saw him shake his head slightly. What did I do? Did he hate my work? My desk was empty and I still had thirty-five minutes of detention left to do.
    “ Mr Matthews?”
    “ Yes?” He looked up from some marking he was doing.
    “ Do you have a text book I can use? I thought I should do something more productive than just sit here. I left my book at home as we didn’t have class today and I could probably use a bit of help studying if you aren’t too busy?” I glanced down at the massive pile of marking he was working through. What are you doing? I mentally slapped myself; I could have just sat staring at him for the rest of my time!
    “ No I’m not too busy to help.” he pushed the work away, gave me one of his dazzling smiles and got up. “I’ll just grab my copy and we can see which bits you are having trouble with still.” He slapped the book down hard on the table making me jump; he chuckled and motioned with his hand for