Luke P.O.V-
"What do you want Michael?" I ask as soon as we make it around the corner,
"Nothing from you, you've already made it clear how it's gonna be! I came to my first lesson!" he says angry.
"Wait is this, the friend you fell out with?" Stormy suddenly says walking from around the corner I stamp my foot and roll my eyes at her. "Yes it is." I reply and she stares at him again,
"He has good taste in music!" she says pointing to his top giggling, "Well anyway, you're around me when you're around me... I don't want you arguing seems no one will tell me what it is. But if I'm around you argue one more time you have to spill okay?!" she says and I sigh before nodding.
"Let's go back to class" she says before walking back off, we make it back to class and Michael sits at the back. We carry on with are works "So tell me about him." Stormy asks and i continue painting
"Well how about for a change you tell me something about yourself that a best friend would know then I'll tell you all about him." I say she pauses everything for a minute thinking to herself, she slowly nods after. "Okay I'll tell you this but you have to swear you will never tell anyone else." She says.
"I have PTSD" she whispers, I pause for a minute thinking of what it is... Post-traumatic stress disorder "How did you get diagnosed with that, that's for people that have the nightmares and everything right?" I ask and she sighs before nodding.
"I don't think I'm open to say why yet, but yes you get nightmares and memories of them and just..." she trails of going into deep though. I carry on with my art work; she suddenly jolts her hand sending the glass of water flying...
