You Owe Me Oreos

You Owe Me Oreos. 3 ~

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Hii! Alright, I'll post another chapter on Friday (hopefully) and then most probably you guys would have to wait till 20th May or something,,. Sorry, my exams are going on. =|

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But if i can, I'll try to post a few times in between. ;)

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The day went by fast. Nothing exciting at all. The guys had football practice so I was just gonna wait for them after school.

"You know you can go home Strawberry." Jeremy suggested.. For the fiftieth time.

"It's okay. I don't really mind."

Just as I turned I saw Jake standing really close to me with wide eyes, which of course scared the shit outta me.

"Why do people do that to me?!" I exclaimed.

He just shrugged and laughed with the others.

When all of them left, I decided that I can just randomly draw or something in the art room. When I entered, I saw Mrs. Johnson sitting with a few papers.

This caused me to narrow my eyes. Mrs. Johnson is never here at this time, she usually stays late so she can spend time with he-

Oh. Yeah, I remember.

Her husband had cancer and he just recently died.

I slowly walked up to her.

"Hey Mrs. Johnson."

She jumped a bit in surprise.

"Melissa, darling, I didn't see you there," She exclaimed while taking off the reading glasses she wore, "What brings you here?"

"Uhm, I usually come here to sketch a few stuff while the guys have practice but if you want to be alone then I'll just lea-"

"Oh don't be silly, grab a paper and take a seat. Art really eases up your mind, hmm?"

"Yeah, it does. Uhm Mrs. Johnson?"

"Yes?" She smiled.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes, yes it is I suppose." She replied sadly.

"How's your daughter doing?"

"Oh Tara, yeah she's fine. Her husband is a great support system for her at the moment. That's good."

I nodded awkwardly.

After a few moments of silence she got out of the little daydream she was in and smiled.

"Enough of the sad stuff, why don't you take a seat and do whatever you wanted to do when coming here."

"Okay."

I grabbed a page and set it up on a random canvas carefully. After taking a pencil out, I started to make whatever came to my mind without having a game plan for the piece.

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Done. My eyes focused on the paper to see what I drew and I was a little surprised at the result.

I had drawn a hospital bed with a bald, weak man lying down with his eyes closed. A woman was seated beside the bed and her tears were clearly visible. Taking a look at the minor details, the heart monitor had a long line and the room had a dim light peaking through the shut curtains.

I grabbed the paper and took it off swiftly. I took a glance at the clock to see how long this took and realized the guys were done with practice thirty minutes ago.