Mr. Bad Boy

Part 6

Three Months Later

After getting dressed for school, I grabbed my bag and made my way out, when I remembered, I didn't water my flowers today.

I got my little watering can and walked over to my flowers. I had three vases with flowers in them. The first one had flowers from my family. Out of all the bouquets I got, I took one from each and made my own bouquet.

I also did that with the second vase. Except the second one was from my friends.

The third one wasn't a bouquet. It was just one single red, soft rose. It was left in front of my door room in the hospital. All it said was "Get well soon." No one even signed it. I told myself I would keep it until I figured out who gave it to me.

At school, thing were a little different now. I had to take a month off of school to recover, and when I came back, I decided I'd drop out of advanced gym. When I got to math, I was kicked off of it. So, I was left with advanced English. It's not that bad. Turns out, I was in advanced English because I can find the message of a piece of art or writing very well. I know, it sounded weird.

I was making my way to math when I saw a new painting in the hallway. I stopped to look at it.

This one was new. It had a women's face. The left of her face had scars and bruises. She was also frowning. On the right side of her face, she seemed perfect. Happy and smiling. This painting was a true beauty, and I totally understood what the artist was trying to do.

The artist was trying to show how the women is upset and bruised, but she showed the world that she was a happy person. I looked down at the slate with the information.

Artist: P.P

Artist's Message: They may show you one thing on the outside, while somethings on the inside.

P.P. That was the artist. This person was obviously trying to stay anonymous. Why? If you make such beautiful art, with amazing meanings, why hide?

I went to my math class but before I could get to my desk, my teacher stopped me. "Bethany." she shouted before I could take a seat. I walked over to her desk. "Remember the test I asked you to do?" she asked me. I nodded. How could I forget that? It was totally bizarre. I walked into class, she stops me and hands my a ten page test. "You're back in advanced math!" She practically shouted. I showed her a smile. Yeah, I guess that's great. But now I got to catch up to them.

I walked out of the room and went upstairs to advanced math. When I walked in, Mr. Walkman stopped me. What, is it stop Bethany at the door week or something?

"Bethany," he started "you have lots of catching up to do, so I'm going to assign you a tutor." I knew it. I just saw it coming. I waited for him to tell me who my tutor is and when I have to be at tutoring sessions, but he didn't notice me waiting.

"Ops, did I forget to tell you when you meet?" I nodded. "Monday's and Wednesday. I'd introduce you to your tutor, but he's not here today. You and him can start your tutoring classes on Wednesday since he's not aware of it yet." Well, that's great. I walked over to an empty and sat down while Mr.Walkman taught us a new lesson.

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When I got home, I walked into the kitchen to tell my mom I was going to my classes, but she beat me to it. "Classes got changed sweetheart." Mom said, slicing some fruit.

"How come?" I asked her, sitting up on the counter.

"They are adding a new program in, and they are putting it in during your time. Now your classes are Tuesday's and Thursday's." Mom said, taking a bit from an apple slice.