"Remember, please do not touch anything on display! ...Kevin! Keep it up and you'll get detention!"

The harsh tone of a middle-aged school teacher sent waves of disruption all throughout the museum. A small group of teenagers let out a few snorts of laughter as the obvious troublemaker grinned mischeviously. The class clown, no doubt. It seemed that every single class always had atleast one. Nisa vaguely remembered the funny one in her middle school class. She hadn't found him to be too humorous at all. Was she weird for that? Maybe the kids had the same thought, hence why they never approached her often.

Anissa stood out of their way as they passed. She noticed the teacher was smiling also. Probably lenient; she was most likely joking around with the boy. As soon as they headed in the other direction, she let out a small breath, almost as if she were afraid they'd talk to her and she'd have to talk back.

Another sigh escaped her lips. "I really need to stop being so paranoid...." The surrounding area grew quiet, and she had to admit that it was nice. Seemed nobody came in at this hour. It wasn't too late, was it? Nisa fumbled through her purse to pull out her cell phone. "S'only seven o'clock. Hope this place isn't closing." Well, it wasn't like she was going to stay inside the museum forever. It was just so peaceful by herself.

She stared at the art piece in front of her. It depicted many colorful images all swirled together. Yep, definitely art. Unique. Made you wonder what went through the artist's head at the time of its creation. Nisa tilted her head from left to right, trying to find one familiar area. Anything historical caught her interest and at the same time relaxed her if she focused on it long enough.

"Beautiful," she whispered.