Signing His Life (complete)

My Homework Commit Suicide 5

Emily POV

Jonathon had gotten into big trouble yesterday. The principal was soon able to find that he was trying to get revenge on a few students. Since I was uninvolved I got off the hook. Jonathon however was suspended for the rest of the week.

I walked into seventh period, and sat down. "Okay everyone get out your math homework." The teacher announced.

After what happened yestereday I had forgotten all about my homework! Crap!

Kids started taking out their sheets from their book bags. I bit my lip. The teacher came around collecting. Anxiety collected in my stomach as she got closer. Finally I found a quite decentt excuse... on my part, to tell the teacher.

"Emily? Where's your homework?" She asked in a stern voice. "My homework commit suicide... probably because it had too many problems." I said and nervously smirked at her, hoping my joke would keep me out of trouble. The class erupted into a fit of laughter. The teacher walked back to her desk and silenced them. "Okay Emily, you want to play it like this. I want a two hundred word essay on suicide on my desk by tomorrow." I groaned, and ignored the quiet laughter in the classroom.

I pulled out my math notebook, and started copying down the problems on the smart board. As the teacher continued talking I began doodling in my notebook. I tilted my head and began working on a sketch of a girl.

I doodled until I heard the bell ring, ending school. I got up and walked to my locker. I put my books away, and turned to look at the crowded halls.

I'd better go, before rush hour starts. That's when things go south!

I dodged through the halls, holding my binder close to my chest. I reached the exit and just before I could push my way out someone tripped me. My binder was scattered across the floor causing my drawings, and my notes to fly everywhere. I ran a hand over a bump that was starting to form, from where my head hit. Throbbing spread through my right temple. I looked up and saw one of the cheerleaders laughing at me.

Why is it always the cheerleaders?!

Annoyed and hurt I got to my knees and started picking my things back up. Another girl crouched down next to me and began helping. She had pink wavy hair, that swayed as she moved.

"You don't have to do that." I said not meeting her eyes. "It's okay, trust me you have no idea how many times this has happened to me. I know how it feels." She muttered handing the last stack of paper to me. She reached a hand out across the floor towards me. "I'm Hannah. It's nice to meet you." I grasped her hand. "I'm Emily, it's nice to meet you too."

I stood up with my binder, and turned to see the cheerleaders walking back down the hall. One of the cheerleaders, Arianna I believe was a holding a paper in her hand.

"Well I guess I'll see you later, and thanks for helping me." I said smiling at Hannah. She smiled back and walked through the front entrance.

I searched through my papers to make sure none were missing. I closed my eyes and groaned in annoyance. One of my papers were. It was a drawing, the one I drew when I was upset about something. It showed a girl chained up in a corner. She was dirty and beaten down. I made it look as if she had a halo on sideways, and wings torn from her back. Arianna had taken it.

I couldn't do much now so I decided to walk back home. I just hope she doesn't do anything with it, I put so many emotions into that drawing. It sounds stupid but the picture meant a lot to me.

I walked down the sidewalk. I pulled my hood over my head to keep my hair down. It was really windy today. I urged myself to continue, I was almost home anyways. I reached the front porch and tried to open the door. It was locked! That little-

I knocked on the door. No answer. I pushed on the door trying to do anything. A small piece of white paper fell out of the door.

Emily,

I went to town with Alyssa, be home soon sweety! There should be a key under the pot, on the side table. If not I must have misplaced it.

-Mom

I crumpled up the paper and through it, to the wind. The wind picked it up, and after a few minutes it was no longer in sight.

I checked under the brown pot, but nothing was there. How unexpected! I blew out air, and sat down in the rocking chair. I pulled my knees close and managed to provide heat, for myself. I buried my head in my knees, and pulled my arms inside my jacket, like a child.

I sat like this for a good hour, before she came home. I watched her car pull into the drive-way. I glared. Her and Alyssa climbed out and walked towards me.

"Sissy!" Alyssa yelled hugging me. I hugged her back and got up. "Oh, honey you look freezing. I must have left the spare key inside. Sorry." She said, in the that deadly, innocent voice of hers. I smiled before giving her a glare. She unlocked the door, and I scrambled inside. I climbed the stairs up to my room.

I looked around, at the boring color of the walls. I chewed my lip in deep thought. I decided finally what I wanted to do with the walls.

"Hey Tanner!" I yelled, sounding disrespectful. "What!" She yelled back. I walked downstairs. "On Mr. Tanners way back can he pick up some paint?" I asked. "Sure, I'll call him now." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and started calling him. "What colors?" She asked. "Blue, yellow, black, and red." I spoke.

***

I waited upstairs, until I heard the front door open and close.

"Emily, can I get some help with these!?" Mr. Tanner called to me. I ran down stairs skipping two at a time. When I got to the bottom I saw Mr. Tanner holding four paint containers. I grabbed two and helped him upstairs. "So what you gonna paint?" He asked me. "Well I was thinking on one side I could paint a sunrise, and on the other I could paint the night sky." I explained. "Sounds fun, i'll just leave you to it then!" He said clasping his hands. "Just make sure to clean up once you're done." I nodded my head.

I found some paint brushes in the garage, I brought them into my room. I began painting one side of the room black. This was taking forever. I need an extra hand if I wanna get this done in a decent time.

I decided to text Jonathon.

Emily: Hey Jonathon, you busy???

Jonathon: Nah, why?

Emily: Well I have this project i'm doing. I'm painting my room, and I was wondering if you could come over. Maybe help?

Jonathon: Yeah sure, but I will warn you i'm not to good at painting. ;)

Emily: That's alright. I'll text you my address! :)

Image on side is Mr. Tanner!