chapter 3

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Blair Adams

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Blair Adams

Bright brown eyes staring a me.

She had platinum blonde hair with cherry pink lips and this kind of stare like she's always out for you. i walked into the art room and all the table and chairs were pushed aside while about 10 easels were placed of the center of the room and 9 students stood around each one. A Beautiful sculpture stood in the middle that I think we're gonna draw. "What are you staring at" the blonde girl said " I know I'm pretty but now it's just getting creepy". The bell ran before I could say anything, everyone started walking in and stood around an easel so i did the same.

"Your standing in my place, move newbie!" the blonde girl announced " oh shut the fuck up chloe, just because your dads rich and he pay's money to the schools funding doesn't mean you on bloody everything" the boy next to me exclaims. "Oh please your just jealous because your poor and your daddy hates you and left" everyone else in the room stop talking and turned to the girl called Chloe.
"You may think your untouchable just because you have money and your dating one of my bests mates but your just a fake ass bitch that needs to get a life instead of picking in others" the boy shouted but Chloe laughed in his face and walked away. " I'm so sorry about her she's a bitch ignore her, I'm nick" he said I replied with "I'm so sorry about what she said to you, she had no right to say that which invades your personal privacy!" "it's fine I'm use to it" he added "you really shouldn't be at all" I stated But he didn't say anything and returned to his painting.

About an hour later the lesson had finished and I would say my painting was pretty good but I know that I've done better, I kinda switched it up a-bit like I made her a ballerina and Changed the colour of the lighting.

(This is what it looks like)

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(This is what it looks like)

"Wow, that's so good omg!" Nick exclaimed.
" thanks I tried changing it up a-bit otherwise it was kinda boring" I replied, for some reason I'm really comfortable around this guy I don't know why but it feels nice. "hey if your not doing anything after school you can come to the cafe I work at it's makes amazing coffee" nick asked "omg I would love to come thanks, are they employing I really need a job to keep up with everybody in this place!" I hoped, I really do need a job."I think they are and it's not far away from the school so if you get hired then we can work together and you can help me with art I think I need it" I looked at his painting it seemed ok.

"It looks like the Mona Lisa

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"It looks like the Mona Lisa...ish" I said " that's what I was going with but I don't think it turned out very well" he stated dropping his paint brush and getting ready to leave for next lesson.

" I officially hate art, it's hard, boring and pointless!" Nick complained but I argued back because I was not having him dis my favourite subject, like who does he think he is. Wait why am I so forward with this guy and why is he so easy to talk to like what makes him special? "maybe because I'm naturally charming and charismatic" he suggested I looked at him all confused and opened my mouth to say something but he interrupted "you were taking out loud" he paused for a moment then continued "you also did it during art when you finished your painting, it was like you were judging it but in such a harsh way" oh no he knows! no one is supposed to know that i talk to myself, he's going to make fun of me, call me shit like crazy and that i should be in a mental hospital than hanging around them and bothering their lives. no not again it can't be like this again.

"hey you ok you seem off, if your worried about talking to yourself; don't be one of my best mates does it to, in fact he's the one dating the bitch chloe" he stated pulling me out of my own thoughts. "really, i always thought it was something that was weird and i shouldn't do it, well that's what the others said anyway-" i got cut off by nick "what others" he asked sounding worried. "oh don't worry that's just me rambling, please ignore me" i replied but i wasn't falling for it. "no i'm not stupid what happened" i said sounding irritated.

"ITS NOTHING I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT BACK THE FUCK OFF WE ARE HARDLY FRIENDS I JUST MET YOU!" i screamed oh no i fucked up big time, everyone in the hallway stopped their own conversations to stare at me shit. "oh ok then i'm sorry i did mean to intrude- i'm gonna go" nick explained running off. "no wait" i grabbed his arm " i'm sorry i'm not really good at meeting people please forgive me i'm so sorry" i had tears in my eyes, i hated being treated like that before and i vowed to never treat the way i just treated nick; maybe i'm just like them. "hey don't worry, im sorry we did only just meet i shouldn't of be so intrusive im just really curious about you" he explained "it's ok should we get to class i can't be late on my first day and are we still on for after school" i joked.

"definitely"

word count- 1045

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how i imagined chloe but you can make up your own character looks idm

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how i imagined chloe but you can make up your own character looks idm

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