Frostbites

Chapter 1: Art is my Forte!!

*Note, this is an original story where I wrote a few years back, I decided to put it here cause why not. I will not add any more parts to it, but I will edit it to make it more readable, This is part of my dark past, Enjoy! Also, it's written in First Person and there's no jumping in POVs.

I wish the sky was a bit bluer...

Have you ever thought about the sky? The blue-ray of light that shines through to our eyes. Do you think the sky has feelings? The sky...Imagine, Blue to everyone but when night hits, What colour is it? Is it still blue? Is it black? Is it just us who perceive this tainted vision?

Y'know why do people look at the constellation? Stars in the night sky....Why is it that stars shine more beautifully than the sky? When the stars wouldn't even shine if there is no sky. Stars shine brightly through a crowd, but when the crowd also shines, does it outshine the stars? The sky does. It outshines them in the day. And I would want to know why we all are down here, on earth, on the soil. That's quite lonely, isn't it?

I go to a private school. My name is Slen and I may be a self-indulgent idiot, but I don't think I am a bad guy. I don't stand out from the crowd, but I want to. So how does one do that? That's right! I am going to join the Art Club!

Heh; this might sound bad, But I think I am pretty good at drawing and sketching! Ha! Thinking about all the things I do now, I knew it! I am born to become an Illustrator! Buying crayon and drawing upon o' dear mother's wall!!! O' WHAT A FAITHFUL SERVANT I AM!

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"Aoooww!" A jolting bolt pained my head like getting hit by a long shaft. I look up to see my o' so dearest best friend...Clara!

"Oh My!" I stood up, facing the fine, mature lady.

"hey...Why the hell are you talking like that?"

"Whatevr- could thy be perefceing too"

"You just sturrded"

Peering into my eyes. I fought with my will. Her eyes could be more cold and icy as it attacked every bit of me.

"Yea...sorry"

"...Y'know I hit you on the head and you're the one apologizing"

"Yea...sorry"

"Don't you even dare"

I dug up the monstrous food known as brown rice, and used my fork to place carefully cut meat onto the spoon, Perfecto! Bon Appetite! Shoving into my mouth, a large amount of texture was poured into it. Realizing the amount of effort it took to even give me this meal right now, I feel grateful, Wasting food on me, just because I happen to be more fortunate than others.

Enjoying my meal with my best friend, while still bitter as the thoughts were left behind me. We are currently in the school cafeteria, Lunch, School grounds. Around December with only around 4 days left of school.

"you joining the Creative Arts Club?" Clara asked

"Yeah, seem like they're opening up the signup sheets after Winter break is over," I said, as I shovelled another spoonful.

"Heh. You sure that even work out?" Clara glared, as If she was doubting my ability! Ah! The Disgrace!

"Yeah, duh. Have you not ever seen my unmatched way of drawing?" I retort

"No, You never even showed me this 'unmatched drawing' of yours's"

"'Unmatched WAY of drawing' you idiot"

"Yeah, yeah, just...why are you doing this now?" Changing the subject- well more like shifting, We are still talking about me in the Art club after all

"I don't know, Probably just because I only realized my talent a while ago"

"Sounds stupid"

rr iiiiiiiiiiii nnnnnnnnnn gggggggggg

Oh lord, Ouranos! WHY THE HELL ARE THE BELLS SO LOUD!

Still ringing in my ear, uh We headed towards our classroom for afternoon classes.