My Art

God

I like mythology.
A wrote a short story on it.
It inspired me to draw this

I'm proud of it.
It's probably my best.

Here's the story if you wanna read it, though I rushed the end.

I broke through the brand new, bright, cardboard box of cornflakes, the plastic bag, lining the box that had kept the cereal from falling out ripped in half upon opening. You can guess what happened and the result. A waterfall of dried corn rained out of the fixture, creating a crunchy, golden sea of cornflakes that spread to every crevice of the kitchen. I honestly stood there transfixed and mesmerized by the unusual but intriguing display of physics. Then what I realized next was what got me moving faster than Hermes. My loving but strict mother gets home from work early on a Tuesday. I was at once seething inside, "Crap, I'm not only late but I'm going to be murdered by my own mother if I leave a single cornflake in sight." While muttering a string of colourful words I slowly shuffled my way to the rusty, commonly used dustpan. While he slowly cleaned up the loose cereal, time flew by and before I knew it, I heard a wailing in the distance that belonged to the school signalling the beginning of the first period. I had already got dressed in some casual clothes that I generally wore, just a light blue shirt, dark dusky grey hoodie and some navy jeans, but I hadn't packed or eaten. I settled on skipping breakfast, then hurriedly stuffed books into my old backpack, slung it roughly onto my left shoulder, then dashed out our small house on the way stopping at the bench and snatching the sparking set of house keys. I stepped onto the front porch, span smoothly on my heel to face the weathered door, it's white paint peeling and flaking, the brass doorknob rusty and in need of oiling, and the door itself was clinging onto the old, stiff hinges. I shoved the newly cut key into the ancient lock and clicked it shut. I then jumped on my bike, which unlike many of my belongings was shining in the late morning sun. It was my birthday present from my best mate Shelby, and I think if I didn't have him my life would be the new definition of torture, pain and loneliness. School is a ten-minute ride away, so not that long, but on the other hand, not the shortest. 

As I rounded the corner of the packed street the large school came into my line of sight. A loud, worrying, crunch came from underneath me, this set many alarm bells ringing in my head. My bike was losing speed slowly but steadily even with my furious pedalling. Only now I decided to stop completely and check what unlucky problem had gotten in my way this time. My bike chain was a jumble of messed up metal, some parts broken and snapped like a twig, others still connected and interlocked, but overall unfixable. Rage and disappointment filled me to my brim, but I had to box it all up and remain focused on getting to school "That was flipping bran new!" I picked up my silver, damaged bike and lugged it alongside me as I trudged down the concrete path that was laid out in-front of me 
When I reached the bike racks, they were all taken, as usual, and I took out my emergency bike lock, that I use daily due to there never being any racks and strode over to the nearest tree. I strapped my favourite bike to the old pine using the red metal lock. As I handled the lock it sent a wave of coldness through my fingertips, because the metal barley ever sees sunlight or warmth. With my bike tided-up and nothing but my bag to carry, I sprinted to the front of the tall modern, glass and concrete structure that was the school. I slowed to a jog, then halted at the admin block door before gripping the smooth door handle and swiftly pushed it open. The cool air from the AC blew onto my face and caused goosebumps to rise in my skin. I swear the admin staff are penguins, how to they like such cold temperatures! The usual plump lady was sitting in one of those fun swivelling chairs and recognised me, handing the late book to me without bothering asking what I wanted. 
My first class was gym, which we had swimming in. I quickly duck into the locker and shower room, hurriedly change into my swimmers then dash back out slipping into the back of the line behind Shelby. Just in time, Mr Knot barked out my name for attendance "Nicolaus Buncher" I answered quickly and pretended I was here the whole time. "Here." Mr Knot continued the role and meanwhile Shelby and I chatted. Well, more like he demanded where I was, Shelby hissed under his breath to me, "Where have you been" he said it turning his head 90o degrees, "Mr Knot is in a right mood today, talking about having your knickers in one!" He whispers shouts. At that I couldn't not snigger. But of course, Mr Knot also had giant ears and caught my laugh, resulting in him shouting at us. "Have you got something you would like to share Mr Buncher and Mr Hagman." We quickly mumbled through our embarrassment. "No sir." I swear Mr Know has microphones everywhere as well as his own mini megaphone attached to his mouth, he was never quiet. "Okay moving on, spilt up into teams of 4 and practise the relays, the two fastest teams will be moving into the championship." Shelby and I knew that we would never make it into the championship, but neither of us wanted to face the wrath of Mr Knot. I lined up on the third leg and watched as Shelby swam first. He was doing a decent job compared to what I do, but honestly that's something almost anyone can certainly achieve. After finishing his section, he tagged a girl called Amy who swam like a mermaid and glided smoothly through the water. She made it look so easy, and almost as if there is no water at all. I can't belittle her efforts; she's certainly got a chance and I can't ruin it. She reached me in record time and before I knew it, I Had launched myself into the cool refreshing water that filled the Olympic sized pool. I breached the surface and gulped down a huge breath of air before submerging myself. I swam has hard as I could ignoring my mussels that were on fire begging me to stop. I didn't, Amy gave me inspiration and I must play my part in this team. A weird dragging sensation pulled down my body as I swam, and the water dragged me to a slower pace. I turned to look but when I realized it was only my swimming trunks, I kept on swimming to the best of my ability. My shorts were acting like a parachute, just in the water. I swam faster than I have ever, so I can reach the wall in time to pull my pants back up. The farther I went the more they pulled, insisting that I stopped. I was three stokes away, but when I rolled my head to the side to allow oxygen into my mouth, my ear that had broken the surface of the soothing water, was filled with mocking laughter and taunts. Standing confidently on the block of the lane next over, was the infamous, resident school bully. From his spot he had the perfect bird's eye view of my swimming. He also had the perfect view of my jocks......brain that sounds so wrong please bin that thought. Of course, it was pick on me day, which technically is every day. Charlie taunted at the top of his lungs, "Wearing you go fast ones today, Nicoarse," oooh that nick name, I hate, no, despise it! "Shame they aren't helping you, loser." I reached the wall and tagged Tiffeny, then pulled up my trunks, which at this point were bunched up around my ankles. I glared at Charlie as he smirked, then swiftly dove in. It was certain that I would be hearing about this for weeks to come. 
As Shelby and I walked slowly to math I finally had the chance to tell him about my shitty morning. Shelby and I had been mates since Kindy and we are inseparable, now in year 7 together he is still at my side, and I am still at his. He voiced his thoughts quite loudly "That is absolute bullcrap! Only you can have luck this bad." "Yeah, I can't really disagree." That was the truth, and only the truth. "Hmmm.... We can drop by my house on the way back after school, dad would probably have something to fix the chain, where did you put it?" "I locked it to that large Pinetree since there were no bike racks left." 
I love maths so I was not unhappy like the rest of the class who simultaneously groaned when Mrs Smith announced a pop quiz on angles and shapes. The questions were simple and didn't require the use of a calculator or protractor. This is fortunate for me since I don't want a certain Charlie using his like last time, to slingshot miniscule scrunched up balls of somehow slimy wet paper down my shirt and tangled in my already messy and untamed chocolate brown hair. After about twelve minutes of me scribbling down my hopefully correct answers, I placed down my stripy black and red pencil onto the smooth wooden table I was seated at. I thoroughly gazed around the room at the struggling mass of students. Most of them were staring into space lost in thought, recalling several different lessons, others tapping their fingers or pencils in either concentration or frustration and one pupal was laying back in his chair with his feet rudely propped up on the desk. He probably skipped half of the questions and guessed the rest. I would be extremely worried about your mental health and wellbeing if you couldn't tell me who it is. Shelby was one of those hard-working and 'for life best friends.' He was currently among those that were staring into space but was every now and then looking pleased then ducking his head down and scribbling hurriedly on the page. "Times up, swap papers with the person behind you" called Miss Smith as she flipped on the e-board to reveal the answers.  Once we had all finished marking the answers in bright, blood red pen the papers made a chorus of rustling as they made their way forward to Miss Smith. She then questioned, "who managed a correct answer to question 20?" I looked down on my page, which had crimson scribbles covering any spot that didn't have my neat cursive writing on it. I had got one hundred percent, however, before I could raise my hand, Charlie intervened and called out "Mr. Archimedes did" of course. He had to make at least one of his snobby remarks per lesson. I think the only time he might have a minuscule chance of not, is if the world was in peril and about to end. "Thank you, Charlie, but perhaps if you insist on calling out in class at least get your Greek mathematicians correct. Mr. Pythagoras would have been more appropriate for today's lesson, well done Nicholas, would you like to write the answer on the board and explain" she adds with a quick wink in my direction. Burn. Burn! BURN! She is the only person that I know that can put Charlie back in his box. That is all I could think, until she addressed me. I hesitated at the request, but reluctantly nodded. I didn't want to explain it all, almost certainly, get it completely correct, then be mocked by Charlie for weeks on end. As I stood calmly and started walking towards the front of the expansive class my confidence diminished when I caught the majority of the students whispering and rolling their eyes quite conspicuously. I could feel Charlie and the gang's eyes burning into my back as they glared intensely, full of loathing and disgust. "The Pythagoras Theorem is A squared plus B squared equals C squared. This is the theory and equation used for finding the length of one unknown side of a triangle and the angle of said triangle. I don't think I can explain the rest, plus even if I do, I will probably not do as good of a job as you can, Miss Smith, furthermore I would probably start rambling like I am now, so I'm going to shut up and go back to my desk." I didn't know I could say that much, without taking a breath. A small flush of pink rushed onto my cheeks as it stood there paralysed in embarrassment. I realized I was still standing so I quickly took small, but fast, shuffling steps back to my desk. I slumped down in my chair and tuned out for the rest of the lesson. Why did I have to be such a nerd? What is Charlie trying to achieve through bullying me? Why should I still choose to live? Why not plunge a knife into my chest and end it all? No! I have a caring mother that needs me, as well as the best-est friend someone could possibly ask for.
The end of period four was signalled by the wailing siren. At this the class was a stampede of hungry elephants, not caring about the minor, but there, damage they were causing to the English classroom. The army of students rushed to the cafeteria desperately hoping to get there first. I watched everybody sprinted down the halls and floods of pupils tumble down the stairs. Everybody was determined to reach the sweet, sweet food that rested in the cafeteria. Classmates ran around the place like the food was the cure for a supposedly uncurable, fatal disease. When the commotion died down, I managed to grab my morsels. For lunch today I had bangers and mash. 'Well... I guess it is the fatal curse of hunger, and you can only get rid of it by eating.' My thoughts swirled around, shunning out reality and trapping me in my own crazy mind. I had subconsciously collected my food on one of the cream-coloured lunch trays and continued my journey to the cold metal table Shelby and I resided on while eating. It was Shelby's worried questioning that pulled me back into the present. "Hey Nick...Mate...Nick? Nicolaus?!"
"Oh...umm... what's got you acting like Mr. Knot." That was my dumb reply because I already knew the answer to it. He was outraged but not towards me, but my wellbeing.
"What's got me worried?! Dude, your eyes were glazed over, and your face was devoid of emotion, as if you were in some sort of trance like state! How is that not worrying?!"
I mumbled my reply in shame, "Sorry, just.... today has been rough." I found my answer appropriate and correct, today had been bad luck at its purest. I obviously don't have Tyche or The Fates on my side. But I'm not going to say it can't get worse, because I know the author will make something bad happen if I do. HEY, STOP BREAKING THE FORTH WALL. FOR THIS I WILL MAKE SOMETHING HORRID HAPPEN. Oops. I shouldn't have even thought that. Well, I don't care, you stupid author. STOP IT! Just as the fourth wall was repaired Charlie decided that now was a perfect time to come over and ruin my lunch. I guess this is my punishment, I would have expected more. JUST. YOU. WAIT. Shelby immediately started to tell Charlie to go away in a hoarse voice. "Go away Charlie." Shelby aided me in the talk. I think he did well.
"Usually, this table is apparently not good enough for you. And I hope you realise that the only reason that the 'popular table' only lets you in because half the girls want to be your girlfriend." Wow, I didn't know he had that in him, and apparently the bully didn't either. His jaw had long ago hit the floor and his eyes were threatening to fall out the sockets any second. I love Shelby....... Not romantically, that would just be weird. Charlie quickly regained his composure and his hole demeaner changed into a façade of innocent. He talked in fast nervous tone while fake shaking at the comment.
"I'm sorry... I... I j-just want-ted to g-give you th-the sauce." This is not good at all what is the author planning. NOTHING BENIFICAL TO YOU! Of course, I should probably stop angering them. THAT IS CORRECT. I was very reluctant and cautious to the offer but took it any way. I gave my answer in a slightly cheerful, calm voice.
"Okay." I'll show Charlie and the author who's boss around here. The tormentor looked surprised, however he hit it quickly in order not to show suspicion, but since I saw it a became wary of what could happen. 
"Here you go." Charlie said as he extended his arm outward, to hand me the sauce. To say I was extremely careful and suspicious is the understatement of the Milenia right now. I quickly realised what he was up to when I stretched my hand over to grab it. He pulled back almost elbowing one of his 'friends' *cough*minions*cough* in the gut. I should have known. I speak under my breath.
"Of course." Charlie who saw my mouth moving, stopped his innocent act and growled at me. 
"What was that Punk, I couldn't hear you."  I had the perfect idea for a retort and, I put on a fake look of worry and concern.
"Nothing. Are you okay, Charlie-boo, are you delusional, or hearing things? We need to get you to that school nurse. Would you prefer the therapist?" I was in a full-on rant, sounding like a sad desperate mother, distressed for her ill child. My plan was working and the indication of that, is the fact that for every second I talked Charlie turned into a deeper crimson. He got to the point which he was a tomato, and he would defiantly have steam streaming out of his ears and would be whistling like a kettle if he was a cartoon. That kettle just exploded. 
"Stop it! I am fine!" Jees, I thought, but I'm not done yet.
"Okay, I'm sorry, if you're okay then," I said with a smirk tugging at the corner on my lips, "then you wouldn't mind #^%&ing of, would ya?" Shelby couldn't hold the grin back and he sat there starring at our interactions, while looking like the Cheshire cat. Charlie became an erupting volcano of destruction at the demand. He then shouting at me louder then heavy metal rock music. He incoherently sweared and screamed death threats at me. Something wasn't right. Charlie looked as if someone flicked a switch in his mind, for he halted his death promises and became calm once more. He acted like he didn't just have an outbreak and instead stood there smiling like a madman. This sudden behaviour change ripped me from my internal victory dance. I watched with my full attention and awareness as he got everyone's attention on him, Shelby and I. once he was satisfied that everyone was surveying us, he handed me the sauce once more. My entire body tensed with caution as I stretched to grasp it. His arm stayed frozen as he let me grab the conical, red bottle without trouble. This sent all my alarms off, blaring in my head. 
"what's the catch." Everything about this situation was so wrong and unsettling.
Charlies 'sinless' answer was, "what do you mean by, 'what's the catch'." I slowly unscrewed the cap and by now Shelby's teeth were uncontrollably chatting. This was a habit of his and does it lots, due to being scared lots. As I looked around the humongous group of people, many different expressions were present. Though all of them shared the look of anticipation and were all watching carefully like hawks. I span the bottle one hundred- and eighty-degrees facing spout down, aiming where on my plate I want the red condiment to go. I squeezed the bottle. That split second before the result of constricting the bottle occurred, regret and fear filled every spot in my body. The tomato flavoured liquid didn't come out the hole in the lid, but instead the cap blew off. Out cascaded a river of crimson sauce that smothered the food and plate underneath. Nothing was speared. The liquid slowly dripped down onto the floor and seats, while lower viscosity parts, due to separation, raced along the table and seeped into any crevasses that it could find. Sauced had splattered me from head to toe drenching me in the paste. From previous bad experiences like these I knew I wasn't coming out any time soon. This just angered me more than embarrassed me but, unfortunately any of the onlookers took that fact that my face was red in anger and misinterpreted it for me being humiliated. A chorus of laughter sprung out and rang like bells in my head echoing endlessly in my poor eardrums.                   
 
Before in knew it the day was over, and I was at home. As I trudged through the front door that afternoon and I heard Mum call out 'back here Love, how was your day?' I could do nothing but groan. Later than night as I lay in bed rehashing the horror of my day, I remembered tomorrow's field trip for HASS. Maybe I thought tomorrow would be better.... 
 
As we meandered through the museum listening to the guide describe the exhibits in a monotone voice, Shelby and I worked on our worksheet. It was on 'ancient civilisations' and by reading the display information we had managed to finish most of the questions. Shelby and I were on the last question 'choose your favourite culture and explain why you would like to have lived in that time' As I mused over whether the beautiful Helen of Troy and her breezy toga was a just reason for liking ancient Greece, Shelby blurted out "You know my middle name is Zeus" "Huh – what?" I look up to focus on Shelby and notice we stood in front of a statue of Zeus, and I repeat "Zeus? ZEUS! Who would do that to a kid?" As I look back and forth between my mate and the statue, I tried to process this shocking secret "Your joking, how long have I known you and you have never told me" As the words came out of my mouth, I saw Charlie round the corner and knew exactly the answer why. That would be pure gold to someone like Charlie. As I focus back on the statue, I looked deep into his face and thought "Zeus" more of a dog's name isn't. Then again, I wouldn't mind being named Zeus if I got your powers too!" as I thought this, I had an overwhelming desire to touch the statues foot. I was surprised to find the hard white marble was warm to touch. "Happy to share with you buddy; if only for a day" I said out loud. Making new friends are we 'Nichol-arse' yells Charlie as he roughly elbows me in the back as he pushed past me. 
 
For first period next day I had HASS. Mr Francis was doing a wrap up on the museum trip and worksheet. He had decided to read some random answers to the last question to encourage some debate within the class. It was at this point I wished I hadn't written Helen of Troy and her breezy toga as my answer. I slid down in my chair and crossed my fingers Mr Francis would skip me, but no. "Fair comment" said Mr Francis with a knowing smile; "but perhaps not the kind of reason I was hoping for".  The class erupted with laugher. "Hey look; Nichol-arse is almost as red as his jocks yesterday" shouts Charlie. I was so embarrassed; I prayed for a hole to open and swallow me down. By the time I got to our afternoon home-ec lesson I was at my wits end with Charlie. During technology he completely ruined my sponge cake. Somehow, he had managed to swap the sugar with salt, 'accidently' bumped me while I measured out the milk so spilt that everywhere, and I swear he had fiddled with my kitchen scales as there is no way I could have mismeasured as badly as my flat misshapen cake indicated. I was telling all this to Shelby as we stopped by our lockers to swap books before science. God damn you, Charlie; I shout as I see pinned to my locker a crude cartoon of what I can only guess to be me and 'Helen' in our breezy togas.
 
For science we were looking at biology and today we were to dissect a frog. I had a bad feeling that this lesson was going to end poorly. I had had my fair share of 'Charlie dramas' today. He was obviously in fine form today. Add to that frog dissections – it just felt like a disaster in the making. surprisingly, Charlie seemed intent on annoying the girls instead. It may have been all their squeals of disgust as they dissected their specimen. It was like a bee to honey. We had formed a queue to return the remains of our poor frogs and equipment into tubs to be collected by the lab technician.  It was then that it happened.  The final straw.  Charlie was being a twit and had actually grabbed his frog by a foot and was waving the dismembered body in the girls faces.  The more squeals he got the more he jiggled the frog at them.  As he went to wave it at Olivia, he lost control.  Not only did he step back into me so the tray holding the remains of my frog was squished back up against my body, but Charlie's frog had ripped off at the leg and came flying back and hit me square in the face.  The frog guts gooped off my face and as I felt the warm trickle of frog juice run down my belly. My anger exploded.  "GODS HELP ME!" I roared, and then I kept roaring; this guttural primeval noise that come from deep inside.  The air energised and I felt a tingle in my body.  Windows began to rattle, and cupboard doors banged open and closed.  The air swirled and roared as if a tornado had touched down in the classroom.  The girls started screaming and the kids began backing away from me, but Charlie stood rooted to the floor.  It was a surreal experience.  I seem to be watching myself from above; as if I was having an outer body experience. I watched myself step closer and raise my rarm to point at Charlie. I began to speak but it was not my voice I could hear. It was deep and commanding; and it spoke words of language I didn't understand. As if I had the power in my hand I watched as I levitated Charlie off the ground. There he hung in mid-air, terrified. With a loud booming noise that sounded like thunder the room was suddenly ablaze with blinding light.  I closed my eyes to shield them from the flash. When I opened them, the room was still, the noise gone, and I was standing in line behind Charlie holding my dissection tray to my chest. Nic.... NIC! ...NICHOLAS! It was Shelby calling that jolted me back.  "You all right mate? Look at you; your covered in frog guts and you're just standing there zoned out. Are you sure you're, okay?" "But the wind, the roar.... He was floating...... I was speaking...He was speaking... Greek... I think" "Nic, buddy, I don't know what you are on about; Charlie just wacked you in the face with a dead frog and you just stood there" 
 
For a few days after I thought I had imagined the whole thing; but the funny thing was; Charlie never bothered me again; ever.     

                                     konichua, je'mepple puella terra, oyunay reanay ymnay ufanto, pero dervente amego.