Hey guys! So finally sat down and just wrote. The picture above is Pixie, thought her hair was super sick so yeah:) Next chapter will show a picture of Stephen, I'm super excited about this one!
Hope you guys enjoy the chapter!
Khrystene
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I parked at the very end of the parking lot and grabbed my world history book from the passenger seat. Only two classes today, I can do this. I walked towards the brick building and pull my hood over my head. I walk in through the side and turn left into the art room to meet up with Stephen.
"There is the man of the hour!" I hear Stephen yell from behind an easel.
I set my book down on a random desk and walked to where Stephen was painting. The guy was covered in black paint, it was smeared in his brown, curly hair, down his nose, and its like he forgot what a paintbrush was and just used his fingers. I look over at his painting and its blurred lines of the black. Stephen's paintings never were complex or even people but they always evoke emotion in me, I saw things in the shapes and the color were always so dark.
"So guess what Tan?"
"What?"
"I saw Bradley and Pixie at this party last night."
"You were at that too?"
"Dude like half the school was there, didn't you get the invite?"
"No must have missed it."
"So I guess I owe you 20 dollars."
"Yup, so pay up dude. I can't believe you thought you knew Pixie better then I did."
Before Stephen could respond the bell rang and grabbed my book waving my hand goodbye. I snaked through the halls and ran up to the 2nd floor. I took my seat in the back corner of the room and watched all the 11th grader file in. Why didn't I didn't I take this class last year? I'm the only 12th grader in here.
Then she walked in, Emma, the girl who has flirted with me every time we had this class. She's just your classic good LDS girl. I can see that she tried to look "sexy" today by wearing a denim skirt that hit right above her knee and red flannel unbuttoned not one but two. Poor girl. I chuckle at myself. I slip in my earbuds and open my book.
I see that she sits in the desk next to me, great. I soon see Mr. Glog walk to the front of the classroom and write, French Revolutionary War on the board. This is going to be such a boring day.
"So today," Mr. Glog points his yard stick at the topic of the day, "we are learning about the French Revolutionary War. If you please open your books to page 287, that is where the unit begins with a list of vocabulary you will need to know on next Tuesday. That will be the day of the vocabulary quiz. You will also need to turn in a vocabulary sheet before we take the quiz. You will get the next 30 minutes of class to begin on vocabulary and we will finish class with a lecture. Get to work."
"Tanner?" I hear Emma whisper.
"Yes?"
"I left my book in my car, do you mind if we share?"
I look over at her, then the rest of the class and then Mr. Glog. "Yeah sure, whatever."
She smiles at me and scoots her chair way closer than I would like.
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I bolted out the class right as the bell rang. Slipping my hood over my head and walked into the art straight into Pixie.
