The Beauty of a Wall

I grinned at my friend, the joke was okay, but I thought that he was a little more mature than that. He wrapped his arm around me in a friendly manner, gushing loudly "Awww come on Tessa that was funny, don't I get a laugh?"
Rance is always making something out of nothing, he's a great artist, but sometimes I worry that he's going to explode with all of that inside him. I roll my eyes at him saying sarcastically "No you don't."
He sighs before pointing a finger at me "Someday Tessa Laena Renolf, I will make you laugh so hard that you won't be able to retaliate when I say I told you so."
I shake my head, like that day would ever come "Now Robert that is a truly laughable thought."
He gave me a dirty look when I said his real name. It's not a bad name, but I guess he likes Rance better, and he makes sure everybody knows it. That is like a Rance Rule and it's on the top on the list, has been since preschool. I asked him why once and he evaded the question, I let it drop, everyone has secrets that they don't tell anyone. Some

might call me a horrible friend for not caring, but I know that it wouldn't make me any less of a friend if I respected his choice.

We headed to Art 2 class, Rance prefers to work with pastels, oils, and ink, but personally I like to sketch with pencils and maybe color in with colored pencils if   I think the drawing is good enough. Our Art teacher is more lenient than some people like, every unit we learn about either a period of art, a style of art, or a piece of art. Then at the end of that unit we turn in a piece that either would be created in that time period, or is that style of art, or uses the style time period or focus of that piece of art. This being said and it being the third week in our three week unit all of us were finished (usually finished by end of first week) everybody practiced their own art or chatted with their friends. I put up a thick sheet of paper and secured it to my easle, Rance pulled up a drawing vibrant with hues of blue, yellow, and green. He glanced at my blank sheet before asking " What are you going to draw?"

I hesitated I have an idea, so I simply answer " I'm not sure yet." I debate for a short period of time between a alternate depiction of a Robert Frost poem or a book that had writing that couldn't be read. 

I began the sketch, outlining a line, then making it rough, but strong, and only the tops of trees peeped over the top, those were at the top of the paper. At the bottom I finished sketching the base before drawing grass all around with nothing else. Then I added detail.

The finish of the pencil work was plain to see, and the bell almost rung, everyone began cleaning up, and I stowed away the sketch into my portfolio to finish coloring later. Rance was almost finished, his ocean coming out with a simple elegance and beauty splotched in bright color. 

He snuck a peek at what I had drawn before questioning " Why did you choose to draw that?"

I only shrugged.