The Silver Bride

Chapter 2

Sarah's POV

Today is Wednesday, October 13, 2015. I hate it when it's Monday. The fuck. Okay, well, my parents forced me to join this private art school (since I love art), called Styles' Visual/Media/Performing Arts Academy. Also known as SVMPAA.
"It's so cold," I complained to my art for painting teacher,
"What now, Miss McLanish?"
"Miss Wayisha, can I have my jacket?"
She looked at me with a strained expression and nodded for me to get my jacket. I mumbled out a "thanks!" and turned around in my seat, reaching in my backpack. Finally finding my Adidas Pink jacket, I quickly put it on and returned my attention to the teacher.
"Anyways, so, we're gonna be learning about elements of art," She said to the few people (including me) in class,
"Basically colors of art."
Groaning quietly, I waited until class was over and I had completed my work to the teacher. Rushing out of my last class of the day, I hopped on my expensive bicycle and pedaled to home.
'Fuck that teacher. She makes almost half of the class fall asleep while repeating every time,' I thought while riding on my way home,
'we already know what is the elements of art. She taught us last week! What the hell?'
Opening the door, I went inside and tried to quietly pass the kitchen (where Mum is usually in), but failed. She always catches me.
"Hi Sarah! How's your day?" Mum asked, glancing at me and smiling,
"You look tired."
"I am tired, mum," I told her,
"I'm going up to my room."
She frowned and then replied,
"Alright! Have a good afternoon rest."
I trotted up the stairs and immediately opened my bedroom door and shut it behind when I got inside and kicked off my Nike shoes. It's just a usual girls' bedroom, I'm not that into decorating, I just want to feel like a normal girl. Falling on my bed backwards, I closed my eyes and went to sleep.