Endeavor High at 6:00pm

6:00pm on Friday night now… I’m not really focused much on the time though, I’m more focused on the many mysteries that surround my aching head.
I’m in a great place I call home in the school of
Endeavor High… the Art room. I shouldn’t be here, but I want to be. I have Art last lesson on a Friday and I decided to stay behind, I hid in the closet within the last few minutes of the rush to leave, Mr Cyrine (the Art teacher) didn’t notice luckily.
It is dark, the sky outside the large windows over-looking the netball court had been swept over with twilight and the only source of light is the flickering naked light bulb dangling from the ceiling. All the pieces of art look daunting, each one watching me with their own darkened expression…
I never really appreciated Art when I was in primary school but ever since this one certain person joined my art class in, my whole aspect for Art changed forever. Amanda was that person, my friend.
I pick up a piece of artwork that was lying on Mr Cyrine’s desk she did the week before she disappeared, it was very beautiful, yet it seemed to have a sad glow to the atmosphere, that’s what both Mr C and I thought about it anyway.
Amanda called her drawing ‘Springtime Again’ of a red haired girl she named Rebecca, sitting comfortably and peacefully underneath a tree in a garden of pretty roses. I love that sketch. This brings me back to that wonderful art lesson.

“Your artwork is simply beautiful Amanda,” I said to Amanda as we sat together alone on the art table in the corner of the room. She brushed back her hair and looked at my creepy dark sketch.
“Aww… thank you very much Jayd.” she replied in her beautiful tone of voice, her words seemed to come out of her mouth so perfectly, as if each one was trimmed off with a gentle brush-stroke. “Yours looks very mysterious and enchanting… I dare say your artwork is most stunning!”
“You really think so?”
“I know so. It is great because I have never met someone my own age who takes Art seriously and with a creative ease.” Amanda nodded over to our classmates at the other tables, whom in which looked like they had no idea what they were doing: we laughed.
The two of us smiled together brightly amongst the loud classroom chatter. It was great, no one else appreciated Art like the way Amanda did.
We sat in silence for a while, it was comfortable and peaceful, even though the classroom was erupted with the loud sounds our classmates.
Suddenly, I heard Amanda sigh and she stopped drawing then she whispered to me.
“Jayd, dreams are meant to come true, yet no road towards them is ever straight and clear, I must follow that road soon. I’m sure we are to meet along that road…”
“You have been a great friend to me Jayd See you…”
And with that, Amanda left the room, without a turned head, or a word to Mr C. Amanda left me with ‘Springtime Again’ lying in front of me.

Oh dear, if only I had followed her! If only I had replied to her beautiful words! That was the last I had ever seen of her and heard of her! My mind is spinning, and the cold chill is not helping
I sat down on the desk chair and wrapped myself in the arms of Mr Cyrine’s forgotten jacket, trying to keep warm. He misses her too, we all do.
There is an English book lying on the table… Amanda’s English book. Miss Millery loves her creative writing… so do I.
I always remember her telling me to always look on the bright side of life, and that was always good advice.
Amanda is probably in a great place now, maybe she has almost finished her journey to her dream! Maybe she is…
I looked at the drawing again
… no she can’t be…
No, but I swear I saw Rebecca wink at me… or was it Amanda?

I might add more to this… I hope this is okay…
This was the Amanda I knew and loved as a friend…