two doors down

to early

"come on we have art" monica wraps her arm through mine leading me through the school to the art rooms.

i wasn't walking in a straight line yawning every two seconds. im probably going to fall asleep in class if im being honest. plus everything hurt. not bad but annoying.

we walk in before the bell went so we could hand in our notes. monica was actually quite surprised my dad signed it so quickly.

"here sir" i yawned passing the note over to him.

"oh perfect. ill send these into the competition. and you guys can use this room when you need to finish your projects. if im not here, ms plaza will let you in. goodluck" he gave a nod as more people started walking in.

monica and i walked to the back of the room sitting in our spot. i dumped my sketch book and pencil case on the table and put my head down.

"y/n tell me if your going to sleep, i tell people to fuck off" she said tapping her pencil against her page.

"i won't fall asleep" i mumbled rolling my head to the side. who was i kidding i was already almost asleep before she talked. she mumbles in false agreement moving some of my hair and going back to working on her clay whatever she was making.

3rd person pov

y/n fell asleep on her arm. the teacher didn't mind he often let kids sleep in his class because you never know what they are going through. the kids were working on their own projects as sir was making something as well.

"oh fuck" someone yells after paint spills on the floor sir looks up checks eveyones alive and no ones bleeding out before going back to his project whatever it was. the floor was absolutely covered in paint already and it just added to the atmosphere.

suddenly there was a knock on the door. we were only 5 minutes into the lesson so surly no one was already buddied.

"hi sorry to interrupt but im in a different room and my key isnt working" it was ms olsen. she looked around the room awkwardly waiting for the teacher to find his in his bag.

her gaze lands on y/n. her expression faltered slightly at the asleep teen and locked eyes with monica who gave a small wave. miss olsen had seen her with y/n yesterday.

"thank you" she smiles taking the key and disappearing. a couple minutes later a student from her english class returned the key.

after about 30 minutes y/n woke up. when she did she was really confused. however the teen quickly regained all her senses and rubbed her eye.

"you got alot done" she mumbled in a croaky voice looking at a full head of monica's sculpture.

"yeah much easier when i dont got you to talk to" she laughs nudging the sleepy girl.

"oh you love me" she shoved her back.

y/n pov
half an hour naps are not it. i opened my sketch book working on one of my drawings for the competition.

"i like your drawing" a girl next to me said leaning over.

"thank you" i smiled softly at her putting my pencil down.

"i understand it" she mumbled.

"what" i asked. it was the type of drawing that looked cool but it took someone like me to understand it. the different aspects.

she smiles a knowing look between us as she goes back to her thing.

"y/n can you hold this" i monica snaps me out of my thoughts. i look over grabbing part of her thing while she adds another piece of clay so that it doesn't collapse.

at the end of class i walk over to the sink pulling my sleeves up so that i could wash the clay and led of my hands.

after every art class somehow my hands always got covered.

we leave the class waving to sir. and. going to first break.

"dads got a new wife" i tell monica once we sat down.

"really" she said not to surprised taking a bite of her apple. "she nice atleast" i shrugged.

"i guess. she has a son. probably 7" i said holding my water bottle up to my lips for a drink.

we talk for a while until the bell goes and we have pe together. one of the few classes we do have.

"we're playing soccer you think you can do it" monica asked knowing i was still in pain.

"nope" i said popping the p and sitting out on the side. at least we were indoors doing drills this lesson. "you can play if you want"

"me. physical activity. this early in the morning. it's like you don't even know me" she mocks fake hurt. i smile as we sit on the side of the hall. the teacher notices us not getting into a team and walks over to us.

"girls, why arnt you in a team" he asks typical pe teacher. short shorts, polo shirt. receding hairline and a whistle around his neck.

"she's crippled and i have cramps" monica explains he nods not wanting to question her and walks away.

"works every time" she stretches putting her hands behind her head. i just laugh but it still hurts so quickly stop.

"you have to file a report y/n/n" she scolds seeing me in pain.

"it's not that bad"

a/n
had 2 fat naps in first session today.