Finding Out: Part 1

painting and sadistic thoughts

Chapter 32

I walked inside and shook miss Bergen her hand

“please sound like a boy, please sound like a boy”

‘hello, my name is Evan’ I greeted her and my voice was like a boys voice

‘hello Evan, my name is miss Bergen, and like I said we were just about to paint. So if you could just sit down next to…’ she looked around the room

‘Marcus, then I’ll explain what we are going to do’ I nodded

‘oh by the way, Marcus is that guy there’ she pointed to Marcus

‘I know miss Bergen’ I acted polite and started walking towards Marcus.

While I was walking  I looked around the room, there were paintings on the wall, so it looked really nice and warm and inviting.

All the tables we shoved against the walls so there was a space in the room, and in that space there were stools out in a circle, and in front of the  stools there stood an easel, but in between two stools there was a little tables.

There was a desk in the front of the room just like in every other classroom. On the tables were a lot of bottles of paint and there were jars filled with water and in every jar there were 4 paintbrushes in different sizes and there were a bunch of aprons next to it and in between the paint and the jars there were a bunch of cardboard plates.

I went to sit down on the stool, but some guy pushed it over, I felt on the ground and the class started laughing, including Marcus.

‘are you alright?’ miss Bergen asked me concerned

‘yes, I am, thank you for asking miss Bergen’ I answered and she nodded, I picked up my stool and sat down on it.

when no one was laughing anymore miss Bergen started explaining what the assignment was

‘okay, today we are going to paint our past.’ Murmurs erupted in the room and I caught some things.

‘what does she mean?’

‘she’s crazy, how are we supposed to do that?’

‘I don’t even know how to paint, let alone paint something that sounds so complicated.’ Miss Bergen held her hands out

‘okay, you might probably think what the hell does she mean? Well I am going to explain it, so if you could please be quiet for a moment’ everyone fell silent and she started explaining

‘okay, well. Like I said we are going to paint our past. You can do that with really bright colors if you had a happy past, or really dark colors if not. You can write on your painting with the colors of what you feel with it, like if you paint the word love, you can paint it or example in red or pink and if you paint the word ice you can paint it blue or something like that. you don’t have to paint words, you can also paint a picture or just streak with a color on your canvas. do you understand, nothing is wrong, just keep that in mind okay?’ she asked and we all nodded and she clapped in her hands

‘okay, well then, you go get your aprons and pick out some colors of paint that you are going to use, you can also get a jar with water which you can share with the person next to you. You can put your jar and paint on the little table next to you’ she explained and everyone went to get an apron and a jar and his paint.

I took an apron and tied it behind my back, when that was finished I started took a plate and started putting random colors on it, some red, some blue, some black, some white and a bit of yellow.