Mrs. Gray assigned us Peacocks for our Creative Arts class. As I walked to the sharpener in the back of the class I passed by Brian’s desk. He was a sculptor. I tried to stay focused as I walked by. I did not want him to notice me. I put the pencil in and sharpened, and then I slowly turned around. I was so captivated watching him; I had not realized that I was still sharpening. Mesmerized by how he captured the eyes. Suddenly he turned around and smiled. I whipped around and noticed my pencil in the sharpener. Now what? How am I going to get it out? “Mya, are you having a problem with the sharpener?â€? Mrs. Gray asked. “No Mrs. Gray,â€? I replied. “Good, then please take your seat.â€? It was time to put our projects away and I still could not look at him, I know he thinks I am an idiot. Just then I felt a brush on my arm and when I looked back it was Brian. He reached out to touch my hand. I looked down as he pulled his hand away and noticed he had placed the remainder of my pencil in my hand.