two doors down

the project

not proof read 

y/n pov

i must've finished the painting around 5am. too tired i laid down on the seat in there and fell asleep. what feels like 20 minutes later but was actually 2 hours lizzie woke me up.

"honey its time to wake up" she said softly. and i groaned at the morning light streaming right into my eyeballs. "what time did you get to sleep?" she said taking a second to look at my second finished painting.

i just gave her a knowing smile and she looked at me with the motherly stare. very intimidating i must say. she asked if i was okay to go to school and if i still felt sick but i shook my head saying i was fine.

i got up following her out to the kitchen for some water. i was exhausted. but i miss too much school at this point. the morning passed in a blur and soon enough i was in science. i didnt know where rose was though.

i pulled out my phone to text her and she responded instantly

rose

y/n
girl where are you

rose
sorry, ill be there in 2 seconds

a second later she came in looking all flustered. my teacher being a bitch like usual was questioning her but then again she was only 5 minutes late.

"whats got you so worked up?" i questioned, her lips were full and her hair was a bit messed up.

"nothing, no one. shut up" she said putting her head down and doing her work. i laughed at her and drew on my book. my front cover was really full at this point. "anyway, my mum is serious about you painting a picture for her, she said she will pay you however much you sell them for. lizzie showed her the one you did yesterday, shes seriously obsessed"

"i would do her a painting for a nice bowl of pasta" i laughed and told her to give the woman my number.

after class i headed to maths which was dreadful. ava and i talked the entire time though so it went quickly. after maths i had art. monica and i went early as it was the one class we enjoyed. we got to our spot putting everything down.

he greeted us as we talked while the rest of the class came in. "and this weeks task will actually go over 2 weeks, i want you to make a collection of you, include what you want but i want to know what makes you you" he explained and i sat back in my chair. i couldnt think of what to do.

this is probably the first task that has actually stumped me. i spent the lesson writing down ideas but nothing felt real. it felt like a version of me sure, but not me.

When sir came over exited to see what I came up with he was shocked when I didn't have anything. "anyway, ill think about it. but I finished those commissions" I said pulling out my phone to show him the photos.

"gosh y/n. you just keep getting better and better. I would love to say I've taught you so much but genuinely you teach me more. You are incredible" I honestly blush at his words.

Monica is writing down her lists of things to include and what she wants to do and I tried to get her to help me but she said it had to come from me. Which was bullshit. I don't even know who I am.

Soon enough the bell rung to dismiss my thoughts. I heard everyone talking about what they were doing and it fit them so well.

I think I want to do a painting or a visual model. Maybe of my room in my dads. You can tell a lot about someone from their room, the memories, the upkeep. Then id had other details about what makes me me. I don't know.

Monica and I stayed in the art room to work on whatever. I started matties comic as lizzie and another teacher came in to have their lunch with sir. Monica and I were talking about how shit maths is.

"oh y/n I forgot to mention, I have something for you" sir said in the middle of our break. He walked over to his desk before walking back to me. It was a thick envelope.

I opened it and it was 300 dollars cash, and a letter,

Dear y/n y/l/n

Im from the competition you competed in a couple months ago, we would like to start on that commission for us about the mural for our art gallery, please let us know if you want more compensation and or require materials for this request

Please contact us via email and we can arrange dates for this to happen.

My eyes widened at the money in my hands, they told me months ago they wanted me to do this and I agreed but I didn't think they would actually reach out.

I pocketed the note before walking over to lizzie. "sorry to interrupt" I said as they stopped talking once I was there. "liz- uh miss Olsen, do you think you could hold on to this till the end of the day, I don't trust it being in my bag" I said passing her the cash, her eyes widened.

"and whats this from?" she asked suspicious.

"the art gallery want me to do a mural for them, that's to cover any materials and they said to email them if I needed more" I informed her and she nodded at a loss for words.

"well its safe with me" she said pulling out her purse. I thanked her before going back to my table.

"do you want to help me with the mural?" I asked monica but she was too in her idea to hear me. I nudged her and she looked up at me confused. I repeated it and she nodded saying she loves the city. I offered to share the commission but she shook her head.

I had so many things I had to think about all at once so my brain turned off. I had no creativity left inside. Luckily the bell went meaning I only had one more session before home time.

It was English so I walked with lizzie to her room. Snagging the couch down the back I waited for my friends to get here. Half the class was out on a sport excursion and so we merged with the class across from us which was rose's. she came over with April and we all sat on the couch squishing in.

Miss put on a movie for us to watch but most of us were talking to much to pay attention. "so you're coming over on thursday?" rose asked which confused me. She said it like it was already planned and she wasn't asking me.

"what do you mean?" "liz has a 2 day teacher conference, I heard her on the phone to my mum last night"

"oh maybe, I didn't think that was this week though" I do remember lizzie asking us this the other day over dinner but I was pretty out of it that night.

She nodded and we all went back to discussing high school drama. 

a/n cause again why would anyone do school work during school.