As I walked to the after school art class I felt the nice summer breeze on my pale skin and I don't like it when this moment happened because it was a dress ... And did I like the dress you ask ? No because I was forced to wear the dress and I like to be comfy especially doing my thing ...ART and I make artwork based on how I feel about the week and when the teacher gives me special directions I don't do them and don't think I am a rebel I am a artist a fantastic artist in fact but I am not selfish I myself love going my own way specifically in art class the teacher does not mind about me she has told me she has had students like me .Then as I a walked into the art class In my usual way which is grab the things that I need and want for myself . I paused for one minuite and I saw a guy sitting in my usual seat where I sit which is right smack in corner of the class in the middle of the table where enough light can shine
And where enough of a breeze if the teacher ever turns on the AC or opens a door in the classroom which usually does not happen very often then a go up to the seat to talk to the guy but no words come out of my mouth . The guy in the seat stared at me and I stated
back at him nothing ... No eye messages ... NOTHING '
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Artist of lies
Teen FictionBailey is a middle school girl living in the town of Lushton town they have a rule where you can not date or go on a date with someone until high school year or until you are 18 years old unless you follow another rule of some sort that follows a re...
