The four of them were standing in the hallway of the college talking to each other right before the lecture.
Quinn asks "So what are we gonna do after the lecture?"
Felix replies "let's go to the canteen, I am pereo"
Quinn then stares at him and says "seriously you are hungry already, you just had breakfast like an hour ago"
While they were talking Theo noticed Irene's eyes, they had turned red because she cried earlier during the day.
Theo then questions her about it
To which she replies "Oh it's nothing, mud went inside my eyes and I rubbed them too hard I guess"
But of course, Theo didn't buy that but left her as he didn't want to touch a sore spot today.
The bell rings and everyone leaves for their lectures. Theo goes for music, while Quinn left for fashion designing, Felix rushes to the computer lab which leaves Irene walking at a slow pace lost in her thoughts, missing her family more than usual.
She enters the room just a min before the teacher arrives, with an authoritative tone she announces " Today you draw whatever comes to your mind, you have 3 hours to finish it within that time."
All the students in the classroom had been assigned a position at the start of the semester and went to their position once they had collected the supplies they would need.
Irene looked at the blank canvas in front of her, many memories running through her mind since the morning and she finally found a way to let it out. She let her hands move and draw what her brain told her, starting with pencils then with watercolors, and the ending touch of color pencils.
It turned out to be beautiful as well as dark.
The art she made on the blank canvas were of hands with cuts here and were red at every joint, pitch-black butterflies sitting on and fluttering around new flowers, something which had not been seen till now, the flower had even pierced the skin the whole painting giving a compassionate look.
Seeing the result Irene was about to break down, but somehow managed to keep her composure. Her teacher was going around walking, teaching new techniques, and advising her classmates if needed.
Everyone was almost finished with their work, some were cleaning and putting the supplies they took back to their respective places, some like Irene watching what they made.
The teacher comments on seeing her artwork "That is a peculiar color for butterflies, and those flowers are different as well."
A sad yet mysterious smile lingers on her face when she looks back at her teacher, looking back at the art piece she mumbles "I requiro."
For Irene, it felt like time stopped for a while and she saw the silhouette of the picnic. The bell rings and she packs her back, clicks a pic of her work, and leaves for the cafeteria.
On the way, she meets the other and they chit-chat while entering the cafeteria.
The languages used:
pereo - starving
I requiro-I miss them