The Life Of A Hybrid Highschooler

Chapter 2

"Don't you ever call me that again. Unless you want father to find out. Is that what you want?" Jay says angrily, a dark glare visible in her eyes

"No." Is all I say in response

"Good, now give me my homework and head to that dingy art class of yours."

She lets go and I turn around and coincidentally enough, I had been pressed against my own locker.

I pull out the homework she had asked for and hands it to her. "Here." I say and gives the homework to her. I then close and lock my locker and walk down the hallway, and heads straight to my art class.

My art teacher, Mr. Grayson, or Mr. Gray for short, is a really nice guy, fresh out of college, a vigilante by night, Art teacher by day, and very handsome one as well.

He's one of the few teachers who can read me like a book and lets me have a free day. He talks to Yagi toshinori, my counselor, on a daily basis.

Yagi toshinori, also known as All Might, a retired Alpha pro hero. I used to look up to him, now that he's my personal counselor he's more like a father figure than anything else.

"Chasté?" I heard my name being called and I looked up from the desk I'm sitting in since I had my head laying in my arms.

My desk, which is in the back left corner of the classroom. Mr. Gray has a look of concern as he could see the forming bruise on my cheek from the slap I had received a couple minutes ago.

Mr. Gray sighs and he pulls a chair next to my desk but thankfully the rest of the class was already working on something.

"I'm fine. It Doesn't hurt." I look out the window, which shows the open field where people can relax and chill during breakfast or lunch as it's filled tables and attached benches.

"That's what you always say Jax. Tell me what happened?" I look at Mr. Gray and sighs knowing I couldn't get out of answering the question, I never could and doubt I ever will.

"She slapped me again." Is all I simply say and he wasn't at all, all that surprised, he was one of the teachers who knows what goes on in my life.

"Well, I can't say I'm surprised. She's been doing it more often lately, hasn't she?" I nod

"They've been arguing.. My parents.. It's stressing her out." I look back outside, I didn't want to see any sympathy or pity from him. It's what everyone gives me and I've always hated it.

"You can draw today, I'm sure it'll help your stress." He gives me a reassuring but firm squeeze on my shoulder. He then stands up walking back to the front of the classroom to sit at his desk.

I pull out my sketch pencils and line art pens and sketchbook and I start to draw. It's always helped, and even now, it relieves a little bit of stress and worries.

I sigh softly 'I should probably see toshinori later. Maybe that'll help' I thought to myself.

I've always sketched in pencil, if I wanted to do anything in color I do it in digital art. What I sketched out is normal for me to draw.

It was my family, but three out of five had their faces 'X'ed out, the background, dark, almost black but a mixture of grey and black as well as a mixture of hatching and cross hatching for a creepy looking home background and it did help me destress.