The stories continue//COTC scenarios

Lines

5/28/23
Will include fanon kids.

Gavin, Silvia, Janine:Craig X Jason
Angelina:Toman X Eliza

This takes place when Gavin and Angelina are in 7th grade.

"Gavin is a very artistic boy, Mr and Mr Williams...".

A line Gavin always heard his teachers say growing up, but then before he knew it they were complaining about the more scary stuff he drew. It was his sketchbook so he never understood why his teachers gave him disturbed looks when they looked over his shoulder and saw dead looking things in his sketchbook or drawn knifes hanging low on the paper. Besides, drawing was fun. He could just let the graphite pencils glide through the paper like it was nothing, it felt nice to just look down at his paper instead of looking the teacher in the eye when he was called on.

But then his sketchbook became a need more than a want, the overwhelming worksheets piling up, the competitive athletes in his pe class yelling at him over every tiny mistake or miss and the teachers giving his class a bunch of worksheets after going over something once for a short period of time. All Gavin could do was go into a corner, get out his pencil and draw something. It didn't have to be good or exploding with detail, it just had to be a drawing and that's what counted to him. Drawing gave him a sense of calming and comfort no one at school could give him given he didn't have any of his own friends at school, to him the kids were too loud and screamed over everything.

One day, cooking class rolled around. A stupid worksheet that was due at the end of class, it was too much work to be done anyways. Besides, this worksheet was asking things they haven't even gone over yet, how was Gavin supposed to know how to put out a grease fire when the teacher only gave them bread crumbs of instructions?

Shit, the teacher was saying the grade you get on this is your grade for the class and Gavin was sure he had gotten some wrong. Okay think, focus...Maybe double check number 12, yeah maybe you missed that one.

Gavin had absolutely no idea what he missed on that question.

Gavin was sure he wasn't getting many of these right and his grade was going to sink. The ticking of the clock was killing him and overwhelming him as he stared at the final questions, okay, these were worth the most points...

Damnit, what was it again? Could it be A or B...

Fuck it, Gavin was ready to break his pencil in two and quit the class, guess he'd find out how middle school drop out looks on his resume when he's older.

He was only gonna do a few doodles. He looked up at the clock, yeah lots of time. He knew when to stop drawing, he was fine. Gavin got out his square sketchbook and began drawing the first thing that came to mind, the pencil gliding through the paper felt nice. The silent scratching of the lid marking it's territory on the sheet. Comfort drawing was nice, he didn't worry about how long the fingers were, if the anatomy was correct or if it looked good in general. What Gavin focused on was how it calmed him.

But just when he was thinking he spend a good amount of time clearing his mind and had a good guess at the answer, a shadow came from behind him. "Gavin Williams! I expected better from you than to just stall on this, what you get on this is what your grade for the class will be!"The teacher shouted and just like that, her long boney fingers were snatching away Gavin's sketchbook.

Shit, his main need for school, gone in just a second. Gavin inhaled and exhaled, it was fine, it's fine...He can fill out the answers and call it a day, he picked his pencil back up with a shaking hand.

Even with that drawing session the overwhelming thought of Gavin failing the class consumed him, besides the teacher didn't even let him defend himself to say why he was doodling, shit did she take points off for that? Gavin got out his seat with worksheet in hand, he gave his worksheet to the teacher and quietly asked for his sketchbook back "You can get it back by the end of the class, maybe that'll teach you to not waste time in class"The teacher irritably sighed turning her head back to her laptop.

Gavin returned back his desk, fingers gripping the bottom to his seat and he was looking down. "Hey".

A rather deepish voice said, Gavin looked up and recognised the voice and looked up. It was Angelina Napitupulu. The girl sitting next to him at the same table, they talked every now and then and were known for starting fires in the kitchen then screaming about them. Angelina didn't say anything, she just got out a piece of paper and drew a shaky line in the middle.

"What a weird way to write an L, or is that an I?"Gavin thought to himself and wrote another letter. Angelina laughed, "No silly, I draw a line and we take turns completing the drawing making other lines"Angelina smiled then turned the paper over and drew her own line then Gavin drew his.

Gavin spent the class period drawing lines with Angelina, not realizing till the next day, he had made himself his first friend.