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Acrylic paint tubes.

 Acrylic paint tubes. 

Acrylic paint tubes. 

I probably looked so stupid right now. I cluelessly walked around, looking for the acrylic paints but I couldn't find them anywhere. What if they don't sell them here? No that's dumb, what type of art shop doesn't sell paints? 

After several minutes of searching up and down every single aisle in this damn art shop, I hadn't seen a single paint tube insight. I felt like banging my head on a wall, I needed paint. I had used up the last remaining tube last night so I had nothing to paint with.

 I was so desperate for these paint tubes, I mistook a water bottle for a tube of paint. Drawing wasn't an option, since I had accidentally broken my last good pencil in a fit of anger whilst I was in English. 

"That's fucking bullshit!" I heard a shout from about two aisles away from where I was standing. Since I didn't have anything better to do, I rushed over to see what was happening. 

"What do you mean you don't sell fucking chalk? This is an art shop isn't it?" I looked over to see a girl shouting at one of the workers behind the cashier's desk.

She looked about my age range. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, with a few dark red highlights peeking through, which clearly showed her multiple ear piercings. I'm pretty convinced that whoever this girl was, she really loved jewellery because she wore them everywhere. 

Rings on her fingers, necklaces around her neck and a fucking anklet. She wore grey sweatpants and a hoodie that looked too big to belong to her; with her dishevelled hair, and worn-out makeup, it looked like she had just jumped out of bed. 

However, it was hard to believe that, with the way she was screaming at the poor man behind the cashier's desk. I mean who could possibly have that much energy after waking up?

I checked the time on my phone, and seeing it was almost twelve I decided it would be better to check out the other paint shop just down the road. Just before walked out, I heard a small sob. I couldn't help but peek over my shoulder to see the screaming girl crying. 

She was on the floor, her head on her knees as she hysterically sobbed. The man she had been screaming at, couldn't help but roll his eyes, gesturing for the customers queuing up in line to carry on with their day. 

The customers seemed unphased by her, occasionally throwing her a few dirty looks before they carried on with their shopping. 

I should really be doing the same as them, but I couldn't ignore the growing ache in my heart as I watched her crying her heart out. Just then, a group of girls came near her, one of them whispered something in the other's ear before the other sneered and brought her foot up to kick the girl. 

The girl stumbled on the ground, looking up at the group of them with her teary eyes. The group cackled in whispers, ignoring the girl and acting as though they hadn't done anything. 

What the fuck? Irritation rose in me and before I knew it I was walking up to the girl, providing them a dirty look before I bent down to the girl and offered her a hand. "There is another shop just down this road," I said my tone soft and comforting. Immediately, she turned her head to look at me. 

There was an awkward silence in the atmosphere, as she looked me up and down before she opened her mouth again. "What?" She said her voice soft as it started to break down from the sobbing.

"There is another art shop we could go to, they might have what you're looking for," I repeated, offering her a reassuring smile. 

She was hesitant at first, thinking of my offer for a while before she took her hand in mine. "Okay, let's go." She answered, her voice hoarse as she stood up before wiping the remaining tears off her cheeks. "I'm Noor." She introduced herself.