Dear Maria, Count me in (All Time Low Fanfic)

The painting

I just stared down at the paper in front of me, examining each evident brush stroke. I hated it, this piece. I can't let anyone see this

As I went to pick it up when I heard a gasp from behind me. I turned to see my art teacher standing begin me. I opened my mouth to explain best she spoke instead.

"Maria," she paused, "that's absolutely beautiful!" she exclaimed. I turned to the table to look at my piece once more.

It was considerably good. It was just part of a face from the bridge of the nose to just above the eyebrows. The skin was a pale gray and the eyes were almost entirely black except for a few light blue veins. There were also crimson tears coming from the corners of the eyes and leading almost off of the paper.

"I guess," I mumbled.

"Here," she started before reaching ink the cream colored folder in her arms, "this is a flyer for an art competition in Las Angeles, if it's alright with your parents, I really think you should enter." She smiled at me and I nodded.

"Can I leave this here?" I asked.
She smiled and nodded.

"Just put it on the table and come get it after next period." I nodded and then put it on the table before leaving the room.

As I had said, I came and got the painting after the next period, but this time I also got one of the flyers.

In the next period I saw the kid sitting next to me peaking at the picture on my desk. When I slid the picture away I realized that he was staring at the flyer. He looked up at me and shrugged, turning back to look at the front.

When the bell rang I grabbed all my books and leaned over to put them in my bag. When I sat back up I saw only the flyer on my desk, so I assumed I had already put my painting in my bag. I grabbed my flyer and trudged out the door on my way home.

*time laps*

When I got home I went straight to my room. I had a plan. I was going to this competition, and I was living tonight.

With my mind set I went around packing everything I would need for at least the next year.

Normally I wouldn't do this but I couldn't take being here anymore. Both of my sisters were moved out by now, and ever since my dad died things haven't been the same. My mom had become very squirly, and her boyfriend has basically become her superior. I needed out.

I was almost done. I just needed my painting and all of the money my mom had put away for their vacation. Needless to say there was a LOT of money.

I walked over to my back pack and rummaged through it to find my painting. When I couldn't find it I started to panic. Where was my painting!? I dumped my backpack out on my bed ... no avail.

My painting was gone.

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Hey guys,
First ATL fanfic woohoo! I'm also working on a Destiel fanfic right now so this is like a side project but I had an idea and I had to write it so ... yeah anyway I know it's short and probably pretty shitty but ... still thank you guys so much for reading! Btw this is probably gonna be a little bit Jalex but I don't know yet. I guess we'll find out! thanks guys for reading. If you hated it, I promise you it will most likely get better.
Bye guys!
(P.S. from now on, time lapses will either be *~* or like the length of the time lapse like *three days* or something ... I figure it out)