RECAP "I'm going to draw on it." I mumbled into the desk, not looking up again. 'Why does he care, anyway?' I wondered, 'No one else does.' —— He nodded, "What do you like to draw?" He looked at me, I looked at him. I wasn't sure why he was so interested in what I was doing, but I'm not gonna lie, it was nice having some positive attention for once.
"Items. Drawing people is more difficult and it annoys me that I can't get it right." I was getting a bit more comfortable with talking, but I still tried my best not to draw attention. —— TIME SKIP (AT HOME AFTER SCHOOL) I was lying in my bed scrolling through the NASA website (don't ask), when I got a text from an unknown number. The message read: *Hey Sarah!* 'What the hell?' I thought, my expression quickly changing to confusion. PING! I look at my phone again, a new message. *Oh btw it's me Oscar.* 'How the fuck did he get my number?' I started to type out a message: *Oh. Hi Oscar. How'd you get my number?* Sent. *I have my ways.* What the hell does that mean? Whatever.. —— The Next Morning: I heard something. Oh it's just my mom trying to wake me up. "I'm up. I'm up." She huffed and walked out of my room. 'What time is it?' I looked at the clock: 06:31. 'Shit, I'm gonna be late.' I walked over to my wardrobe and took out a pair of shorts, a T-Shirt and a hoodie. The hoodie had big letters that said: Strive & Thrive. Ew. Well I guess this is my only clean hoodie. I walk down the stairs at 06:38, no time for breakfast. I put on my black converse that I drew little stars and a moon on. I also had the abbreviation, 'wyibastsaiwiywmtfarihtylwtlcoaiihimwtfswbg' written on the sole of one of my shoes. (If you look it up you probably won't find anything.) I walked out the front door.
It's Tuesday which means I have art 1st period. 'Let's go!' I thought as I walked into the school building. Once again people turned and whispered about me as I walked past them. I crossed my arms and kept my head down as I entered my 1st period classroom. I wandered to the back of the class and sat in my usual seat. No one was here except my art teacher, so I went to talk to her. We talked about what I've been doing lately and then someone walked in. It was Oscar. I went and sat in my seat again.
I noticed that Oscar was staring at me. So put my head down. It was about 15 minutes until 1st period started. Ms. Emerson, my art teacher, walked up to me. "Sarah?" She asked as she tapped my desk. Her voice was soft and calming.
"Ms. Emerson? What is it?" I asked as she looked down at me. She was holding a canvas. She placed it on my desk in front of me.
"Why don't you take some time to paint." She smiled and handed me a paint brush and a watercolor paint pallet. I nodded and began. I started my sketching what I wanted to do. I drew a melting smiley face and began to paint.
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Like this ^ —————— A/N: 560 words Sorry for the short chapter..
