Addiction

Class alone

"I'll see you at break, yeah?" Lizzy asked. All I could do was nod and give her my most realistic looking fake smile. I had to go two classes without anyone to help. This was going to be fun.

I walked past lockers and the doors to exit the school. I glanced to see if I could make a run for it. Nope, the school gates were closed. Great. I sighed, admitting defeat and dragging myself up the stairs and to the second floor.

Geography. Fun! The only reason I picked that class is because the only other options were modern studies and history. I was not going to go into a room to have people yell at each other that their opinion is better or learn about some dead people that died a thousand years ago. So I am now going to learn about weather patterns.

I walked into the class, thankful I was the twelfth person in the room.. Out of thirty. I dumped myself into my assigned seat, at the front. Can you just see the joy radiating from me? Though not.

Through out the class the teacher constantly snapped at every little thing, yelled and sent some people outside. About half way through the lesson she made us copy out of textbooks. Of course instead of doing that I started doodling. Small things such as ice cream cones, cats, dogs and people murdering each other. The girls on either side of me refused to spare a glance at me. Then I heard a snigger. Oh no.. Please don't say anything.. Please..

"Hey there Minny.. Oh sorry, Tyrone." He sniggered more. All I did was hold my breath and hope he left me alone if I payed him no more attention. "Awwwwwww, why are you ignoring me?" His voice sounded like poison as it dripped off his tongue.

I didn't dare move. Maybe he would just leave me alone? There's a fat chance of that happening but maybe a miracle would happen. Or maybe the bell would ring? I turned my head and starred at the clock on the wall. The second option. We only had about three minutes until the bell rang and I would be sent off to my next class.

I shoved my pencil in my pocket and my jotter in my bag. By the time I had zipped it up the bell had rang and I was free to go.. To my next class. I ran down the stairs, down a corridor, through the social space, down another corridor and into my next classroom. It sounds more complicated that it is.

Art is the class I am currently sitting in. After about five minutes of the teacher explaining that we are going to do portraits of people, we finally got to start. We were allowed to draw whomever we wanted. I may have not had anyone in that class but I did enjoy it.

I started drawing starting with the eyes. I moved onto the nose then the lips. I drew the outline of the face and started drawing in the hair. I drew a neck and clothing. After a couple of minutes I finally decided to add a beanie onto the person. I started shading. Giving the person dark hair but making sure I didn't make them have black hair.

After about half an hour of drawing or shading and then rubbing it out and redoing it I had come to terms this was the best I was going to do. I walked across the class to the pencil drawer. I rummaged through it trying to find two colours. After about five minutes I had finally found the shade of purple and green-brown I was looking for. I went back over to my desk and plopped myself down in the chair. I shaded in the eyes of my figure the green-brown colour and drew three Purple Hearts in the corner of the page.

After I was done I glanced up at the clock noticing I only had about five minutes left. I quickly turned over the page and scribbled down 'To Sasha. I love you, I know this drawing isn't that good but I couldn't think of a better angel to draw.' Realising I had no more time to think of something else romantic to write that was better than that.. Honestly anything would have been better than that, I carefully rolled up the drawing and placed it into my bag as the bell rang.

On my way out of the classroom I dumped the pencils I borrowed into the drawer and stuffed my pencil into my pocket. Time to go and get the gang.