CH shorts

Artist and Musician

America's POV (Use your headphones<3)

School year is almost over so there will be special activities like art classes, music classes, disco lights, or maybe just sit on a bench and use your phone. 

There is still 3 hours left before school ends and to fix lockers, I would rather clean my locker later. I took my headphones and sketchbook while waiting for school to finally end. Damn finally I can sleep for hours 'till I wake up at midnight... 

While I am thinking of what to draw I decided to go to some music classes, maybe I'll find an instrument to learn because my dad want me to learn at least one instrument because my parents are such amazing musicians. My brother, Canada can play piano and my younger siblings can sing. Haha, all I can do is draw on a stupid paper, my parents don't like that they want me to be something I am not. Ugh fuck it.

As I entered the music room, I see three students playing different instruments as they see me enter without a word and I asked with a rough tone ''What?'' I feel annoyed when people just stare and won't say anything, one of them walked approach me. Shit- I hope they won't kick me outta here it's to noisy outside the public hallway.

''Hola! I'm Mexico would you like to learn an y instrument?'' He questioned.

Oh great I can learn something fun without going to boring music classes while your parents are watching-

''Sure! I really need to learn basic drum beats'' I replied.

''Chido! Come with me. I can teach you, so hold the stick like thi-'' He paused as he felt his phone vibrating.

''Oh it's Peru, sorry I gotta go bro. Uhh maybe I can teach you next school year if we meet!'' He explained as he ran to te door quick.

K, now I'll never learn an instrument I thought to myself.

I'm bored, grabbed my phone, put up my headphones, and played music. I saw a student averted his gaze and continued playing his guitar, that gave me interest to him what a weird hat. I walked towards him and sat next to him and asked random questions because who cares?

''Hey! Hope you don't mind I sit next to ya. Say, what kinda of hat is that you're wearing?'' I questioned.

He didn't responded or maybe didn't heard what I said, he continued back to tuning.

Damn that was akward as fuck... I waited for him as I continued to sketch, oh wait I don't know what to draw actually. I walked around the room not caring about what I asked earlier until saw some pictures of the school bands and students who participated this year, boring.. what if I draw these students here? Hmm.. I'll definitely pick that boy with the weird hat, he looks funny. I started sketching him, bruh anatomy sucks af-

(I'm so tired rn, so my artstyle ain't styling-)

''Ugh.. I fucked up drawing the hands, I need a break.'' I murmured.

I left my sketchbook next to the drums seat and exit from the music room, it's kinda odd in there usually that room gets full but why is it just two students..? I thought myself as I walked to my locker. I opened my locker and a bar of chocolate I bought yesterday, I split the chocolate bar into two and saved the half. I checked the time I have an hour and 42 minutes, I started cleaning and locker, throwing my school sheets, broken binders, plastic sheets and random trash I should have thrown a long time ago..