Harry Waller

Last week, you decided you were bored just sitting in the house all day, playing games and barely going outside. So, you signed up for a art class. It taught you how to paint, draw, and mix colors. The art class is a program at your local library, and happens twice a week on Wednesdays and Sundays. You didn't expect much at all, just to paint all day. It was just something to cure your boredom. When you arrived, the main teacher greeted you. "Oh, yes, we've been expecting you! You're actually rather early, but we have a few painters and others here." You nod, and the teacher leads you to a seat. "My name is Frederick, by the way. But I won't be teaching you today." *He explains.* "Then who will?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. He smiles, "only the best of the best... Harry! We have someone for you," a voice softly but loudly responds, "I'm right here," And when you look over, you see paint splotched on a young man's face. He looks to be in his 20s with straight hair. He's got a cute face, you must admit. He leans over in his chair (Looking like the picture), seeing who you are.