Where's My Super Hero?

Chapter 11(The Art Competition)

John's POV

I was running late for class again, rushing to get my stuff for art, hoping to hopefully sneak into class without being seen. I walked into class only to see all of my class sitting on one side of the class and all of the other art teacher's (Mr.Henderson) class sitting on the other side. The two teachers were talking and all of the students were either talking to friends, doing freestyle art, or something that had nothing to do with art (i.e.: homework,sleeping,reading,etc...) Looking kind of confused, I walk over to where Daniel was talking to some other art students.

"Hey, Daniel so what are we doing today and why is the other art class sitting here?" "Oh we are having an art competition." "Ugh why? It's so boring and we always win." Daniel put his hand over my mouth and dragged me to the corner of the room. "Dude, you know Mrs.Flinders gets mad when someone insults her competitions, beside everyone knows that she cheats the system by using her "methods" to get the really advanced art students in her class." "Yeah I know, but I sometimes wished that Mr.Henderson's class could win at least one competition." You got to understand that Mr.Henderson is probably one of the best teachers here. He's so nice to his classes and never insults a single student's artwork. He believes in every single student, he even helps out students that aren't in his class. Not many teachers around here do that. "Hey John, the competition about to start we better go." "Alright I'm coming."

1 hour later.

"Ok it's 20-0 and this is the last round, this is what I'm going to do, if your team wins this last round then you automatically win." Mrs.. Flinders said with a smirk believing that they went going to win. "Oh really thank you, I really apre......" "Oh yeah yeah yeah thank you for the kind words but we need to finish the competition." "Alright Angela, it's your turn." (Wait what, did I here the name Angela?) I was correct, out of the crowd came my fake girlfriend Angela she was the only one who looked like she was happy in that class. She walked to where Mr.Henderson was and stood their as Mr.Henderson acknowledged her to Mrs.Flinders. "So this is Angela, she is my best student of all my classes." Mr.Henderson clearly had some pride with Angela, but then again he has pride with every student he has. Because of this Mrs.Flinders didn't think nothing of what he said, instead she just called up Kate, the best girl in our class to go against Angela. "Alright this competition is about to start in three...two...one...GO!

The competition was surprisingly intense for an ART CONTEST. I didn't know who's side to take, I mean it was either my class or Angela, so I stood there and watched as people were taking sides. After like ten minutes, Mrs.Flinders blew the whistle, and the two girls stopped. First, we saw Kate's painting. Her painting was a beautiful group of coral all in different forms and shapes. Everyone loved her painting and at that point I knew she was going to win. But when I saw Angela's painting, and I was confused. All I saw was many different patterns together all at once. I was honestly confused of it because I feel like I've seen similar drawings before, but I don't know where? " Wonderful Angela it's such a beautiful piece of art." Mr... Henderson said and everyone in that class seemed to believe the same. ' Thank you "Ok, so umm.... Would you like to explain what these scribbles are Angela." " Sure, first off they are not scribbles. This is a type of art known as abstract. You see in order to see what the canvas you have to look at it like you really want to know what it is and once you do that you should be able to see a first person view of a cliff with beautiful trees and bushes with berries and fruit on them." "Oh that explains the random colors on the green." said Harold. "Yep." She simply said. "Well, I guess that's interesting. Anyway, time for votes, everyone will be given a piece of paper and will put your vote in the slot." She said, pointing towards the box she always used for this kind of thing. 

Everyone started writing down and putting votes into the box. I didn't know what to do, so iI went up to my good old friend, Daniel. *thirty seconds of explaining later* " So let me get this straight. You want to vote for Angela, but you're afraid that you will be shamed on for it?" Daniel said. "Yep. Pretty much." " Then don't worry, I was going to vote for her too, we can vote for her together." " Aww.... thanks man." " Welcome." We both went to the box and put our votes in. After another three minutes of last second votes, Mrs.Flinders counted up the vote. At first, Mrs.Flinders had that smirk that she always on her face when she thinks she going to win, but as she counted her face turned from a smirk to a look of worry. After she finished for the first time, she looked she was going to lose it. " The winner of this round is.... Angela?!" When she said that, Mr.henderson's class erupted in cheer. while I was processing what just happened, the bell rung making Mr.Henderson's class run out in happiness,while all but me and Daniel walk out in a mope knowing we just lost the whole game, because of the bet. (Man, what a class.)

Hey guys its been twenty-something days since I have published. As for my reasons, I guess I have some. For one, I was moving for like four days and had no wi-fi for about two weeks. the other days is because I ended up with Writers Block and when that was done, I was writing and this is the product. I feel like I could do better but for now this is it. Well no that I'm done complaining, like, dislike, comment, subscribe.(kidding about the last on, I just felt like saying that.)