artist's poison

Only part :D

"And finally time for the clouds," a girl says to herself wetting a brush in water. Sitting on her bed in the corner of her room, She sets her brush on the canvas in front of her. The girl looks for yellow paint and realizes it has disappeared. Disappointed, the girl gets up to go to school and her curly blonde hair gets caught in the easel "Ow what the heck". She gets into the car for school.

"Why are you dressed like that?" her mother growls, turning the wheel. "You know, when I was your age I always dressed nicely." she grouches. The girl can't remember the last time her mother wasn't mad in the morning.

"What? It's just a shirt and jeans." She replies confused

"You look like a slob," her mother replied, angrily. The blue-eyed girl sighed, looking out the window. Her mother always found a reason to be mad at her and it seems today it's her outfit. From the window, she notices a thrift store. She decides she will check it out later. "You need to start dressing like a lady" her mother goes on as she turns the wheel. The car slowly comes to a stop at the school.

"Yeah yeah, whatever" She mumbles as she gets out of the car, slamming the door with a bit more force than required Not even looking back to see her mother's reaction. "I can do this. Just ignore them." She tells herself after taking a deep breath. She opens the heavy door and scans her school ID. Walking through the halls was eerie. The walls were discolored, the old chipping paint and the yellow lights made her feel like she was in an underground bunker. The students even looked a little more down than usual. Suddenly, she feels eyes on her, as if a giant spider was looking at her with many eyes. She glances back to see that it's the Mason brothers. She attempts to sneak past the dreadful two, but alas, it was too late.

"Why do you look like that" Art teased

"Emo!" the other one said.

"Just ignore them... Just ignore them..." She then walks away while trying to keep her anger in check.

"Hey! We're not done with you yet!!" Art yells as they run up to her. Art and Jack finally catch up to Jane.

"What do you want?" She grumbles, with a tinge of anger.

Suddenly, Jack slaps her across the face. "Don't talk to me like that, bitch." she steps back and raises her hand to her cheek. Art looks at his brother in surprise. "Take a joke! gosh someone's sensitive..." Jack said, rolling his eyes.

"I-I'm-" Art is only able to get out one word before the bell rings, reminding them about class. She speedwalks past them, Putting her earbuds in. "Ha! You really showed her!" Art laughs with Jack. Jane didn't turn around to look at them. She could hear them laughing even with her earbuds in. Within 2 minutes, she arrived at her first class. It seems Art and Jack's interaction with her made her late.

The teacher makes eye contact with her and motions for her to come to the front of the class. "Why are you Late ms. Jane?" the teacher asks.

"Uhm I don't know. I'm sorry it won't happen again" Jane apologizes

"This is your last warning"

"Yeah," She replies, walking back to her seat while everyone watches. "Ok time for school I guess," Jane thinks to herself while putting her earbuds in and turning up the volume.

6 hours went by like 6 years.

With the last bell of the day ringing, Jane hopped on her skateboard to check out the vintage thrift shop. On the way there, she gets a call from her mother.

"Where are you?" her mother snarls.

"I'm on the way home" Jane answers.

"ugh ok" her mother sighs almost sounding disappointed. Finally, she makes it to the thrift store. The Bells attached to the door jingle. A certain stench can be smelled but Jane can't put her finger on Where it's coming from. It smells like a mix of something rotting and roses.