Art.
Art is my absolute favorite class. You can paint, draw, sculpt, mold, and really do anything. Your imagination takes control and can turn a boring old canvas into something weirdly beautiful.
Art is kind of like people. Every single piece of art is unique, as in no two pieces are the same. You can try to make a copy, but it'll never be exactly the same as the original. Every single person is different. No two people look or act the same. You can try to copy a person, but you'll never act or look exactly like that person. Every single human on this earth is beautifully unique in its own weird way.
Art can tell a story, some good and some bad. It can show you a love, passion, joy, hope, or it can show you tragedy, loss, brokenness, and hurt.
Art is kind of like life. Your life tells a story, some good and some bad, You make your life into what you want it to be. Your life can show love, passion joy and hope or it can show tragedy, loss, brokenness, and hurt. And mine just happens to be the second one.
"For this assignment, I want you to pick a partner and you both need to paint a picture. In this picture, I want to see your life story. Not a timeline, but just one thing that could sum up your life story. It could be a picture that shows happiness and love, or a picture that shows hurt and brokenness."
I sit in the back of the classroom, drawing in my journal. Thinking of things I could draw to tell my story.
My life is a story of brokenness, hurt, tragedy, and just overall sadness. But, its also of story of hope because I haven't given up yet. I haven't pulled the trigger or tied the noose. I haven't taken the pills or cut deep enough. But that's because I want to keep living. I want to get to the end of my story because I believe in happy endings. No, not everyone gets a happy ending, but I believe everyone has a chance. Everyone writes their own life story. Everyone creates their own ending. If I give up, I'll have an ending of brokenness. I was lost and couldn't escape, and I don't want that. I want an ending where everything is okay. Where I'm okay, and you better believe I'm going to get that ending. My life is hell right now, but I'll be okay.
"Hey. Uh, do you want to be my partner?"
I look up and see a boy. He's about 6"2' and has dark brown, short curly hair. He has black skinny jeans, a grey jumper, and a pair of black converse on. I study his body posture. He slouches, but he seems to be pretty fit, like he does some type of sport. I study his facial features. He has freckles, and a mole right beside his left eye. His eyes are a bright blue, and you could literally get lost in them. His lips are plump, and they look soft and moisturized. He's smiling, and when he does his tongue pokes out of the side of his mouth and its honestly adorable.
"Yeah, sure"
His smile gets bigger "Great! I'm Jackson by the way." He holds out his hand, like he wants me to shake it.
"I'm Alex"
"Wait, you're a girl?"
"Uhm, yeah. I know I look like a boy."
"Oh"
"If you don't want to be partners, it cool. I can fin-"
"No! I actually think its really cool. Uh, no one here is really brave enough to be their selves. You're unique."
I could feel my face heat up, so I quickly looked away and drew my attention to my backpack.
"Thanks. Um, here" I reach down to my bag to find my phone. I takes longer than expected, because my phone was all the way at the bottom of my bag. When I finally get it, I had it to him. "Here. You can put your number in my phone and I'll text you later. I mean, so we can like talk about the project and stuff. Okay?"
He silently laughed. "Yeah, sure." He just stared at my phone for a second, then started to put his number in my phone. "I have baseball practice afterschool, but you can text me around four and I'll more and likely answer."
"Okay." I just smiled nervously at him.
I jumped as the bell rang.
"Well, I should get going, but I'm really glad we're partners. Oh and one more thing." He leaned in. I could feel his warm, calm breath on the side of my neck and on my ear.
He whispered in my ear, and just walked away. The words he said playing over and over again in my head.
"Male or female, you're beautiful. You just need to relax."
/I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! I've been busy with school and other things. I've had a shitty week. But ily guys and I hope you like it!/
