Slice

Work of Art, Tanya

I stepped back admiring the piece of art. The museum was filled with them. This one was a cluster of red lines across a wall. A beige wall. Similar to the one in the museum. Then I got I caught on. That is too light to be beige, it's apricot. I turn sharply walking to another piece. It's one that I like. It's a crowd. Just a normal crowds of people. Then I noticed one with wide eyes and a sketchy smile. I then noticed one with a Mardi Gras mask on and black covering his eyes. Then I noticed a blur of a white faced attached to a walking man, in a suit.
Proxies of course. Jeff the Killer, Eye less Jack, and Slender man. I roll my eyes and walk towards another painting.
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I layed back in my seat on the bus. We got back to the school a few minutes ago and the bell just rang. I was already seated in my seat, in the far back. We have very few kids on the bus. Another than that is the few jocks on my bus. They all play football. I sigh. I mean they were vaguely attractive. But I would rather date a monkey than one of them bastards. The three on my bus is; Thomas Garner. He has light brown hair amd bright and beautiful blue eyes, like the ocean. Then theirs his normal accent for around here.
Then there's Jonas Henderson. He has dyed fake blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, yet darker, but still lighter than Thomas. And this really strong Irish Accent.
Then there's Marx Dixon. People call him triple X, seeing as he's the school whore. Long curly brown hair, and hypnotic green eyes. Just another English accent.
They normal sit up front...but today they sat in the back. I pulled up my hoodie, putting my earbuds in, and turning away pretending I'm a sleep. My legs were on my side. My bag over them. I felt my bag being lifted up and someone slide into the seat underneath my legs. I stir a little.
"Shoosh the jerseys in the medium wash" I hear a familiar voice say. I then keep my head low and look to see my best friend Millard sitting underneath my legs.
No we aren't dating. Even though he's incredible hot. He's into guys. It breaks my heart how I fell for the gay guy, and I'm a girl.
But he's really cool. He has long shaggy brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes.
I've seen him half naked before in the swimming pool. He has abs. And mighty fine muscles if I should say so myself.
"How was the art muesem?" He asked as I pulled knees to my chest putting my bag next to his.
In the very back a long seat extends over the back wall. It fit him, our bags, and I. Well I then layed my legs over his. His were normal in the seat. That's when a chuckle not too far from us. I look to see the goons all in their own seat each. Right infront of us.
"Awe the gay guy getting a little bit of love. From a girrrl..." I roll my eyes as Thomas gave Milly that smart remark.
"How do you like it huh? She may be sexy. But I also don't think she's your type..." I rolled my eyes once again.
Idiots, Idiots, idiots.