Never the Same

Chapter Two

I call myself dyslexic I'm not, at least i never was anyway.Maybe my life is so stuffed up it got into my brain and shut it down i cant really get through class but i do, obviously.

I never want to leave the classroom but i have to because the next class starts pouring in and a girl a couple of forms above me looks at my heavily make upped eyes and squints in disgust then i know she recognizes me and i sigh everyone knows about the sad, lost girl with the drugged mum now she is polite and steps out of my way and chooses another desk. I sweep up my stuff and head to my locker, place my books in and head to art class. Art class is OK no one in this class hates me, they ignore me but the leave me alone they is many more people in this school other than the beasts who pick on me any one who can take advantage of a week student will anyway I'm the easiest target always even random people who i don't even know come up to me and throw a lame comment that is supposed to hurt at me, it never does and i frown as i walk away they only make themselves look stupid but maybe just maybe like me their lives are stuffed up and they wanna take it out on someone, but there must be something stupid about me because I have never felt that way.

In art class Miss Clove tells us we have free time to do a acrylic painting over the space of a few weeks she tells us to make the painting have a moving meaning not just you or a favourite animal etc etc i have no idea what I'm going to do nothing means anything to me anymore she says that this will take up a large space of our grades and i let out a silent groan a small boy standing near glances at me and makes a face i blush and make a face back i CAN'T say he is my crush but he is cute and funny and smart and the list goes on and on and on but i tell myself to shut up he could never love a wreck like me anyway i wouldn't let it happen I would pull him under my wave so he can lose his life like me.never .going.to.happen.Aurb, quit it. Stop using one word sentences!!

In art we each get a medium sized canvas to display our 'work of art" on and Miss Clove tells us this will be our new 'best friend' i roll my eyes and think i could get as many best friends as i could and it seems a little pathetic that its a paint canvas.Nevertheless i peer at my canvas, i cannot stand being in the veiw of other students i jerk my head towards the corner i want to go in when Clove glances my way she hesitates but she knows my past and she lets this happen i let a small smile slip out and silently thank her about 2 years ago i could of done that out loud but most teachers dont even know if I have an accent or not and I dont care why they don't try, not my problem . I peer at the blank canvas and somehow an inspiring idea blooms in my mind....