Diary Of Two

Chapter 1

Hi, I'm Skye Lite. I'm an outcast to my school, I'm a lesbian, I'm an artist, I'm in the 11th grade, and I'm 16. I'm in history class right now and we are just watching a movie on the Civil War. I believe I have learned enough of it so I am just writing. I never really talk or anything unless someone asks me a question. I'm an outcast. Who talks to outcasts now a days?
I love to draw. Always have since I was 3. I went from crayons, to markers, to coloring pencils, to regular pencils, to mechanical pencils, to sketching pencils, to charcoal, etc. My favorite thing to draw with is fire ashes or cigarette ashes. You may have never heard of such thing but I tried it one time after picking up the cigarette my mom flicked in the yard and I drew on the cement with it. I was 10 when I did it and I realized I could make something more out of ashes instead of burt, dead plants and wood that u can just dump in the woods for it to waste.
So I started collecting smoked cigarettes for their ashes and I put the ashes in a jar. Also fireplace ashes, I use that, too. But I don't consider it as valuable because it takes more effort to collect the cigarette ashes. So I put them in separate jars. And to me, its more difficult to draw with cigarette ashes. In case you're wondering, I don't smoke.
My mom and dad had recently bought a house and I have the attic all to myself because they... Well, they love my art. They like the fact I steal their ash trays and make something more out of the wasted money they spent on cigarettes. They brag on me constantly. Sometimes I hate it because I like to keep my art to myself. They keep telling me to take art classes because 1) I never took them but was still great at art 2) so that maybe one I can sell them and make millions. But I don't want to do any of that. I want to become a therapist and/or a lawyer.
I'm good at helping people with their personal problems. For example, I have a gay friend named Koda Gates and he has a lot of personal issues and I'm always the first person he goes to talk to about them. He trusts me more than anyone. Like, ANYONE. I help him with a lot of stuff and he always ends up feeling better. So that explains the therapist part of me and the lawyer, well, I'm very good at solving problems and figuring things out.
For example on the lawyer thing, Koda had lost fifty bucks one time, and I told him to check his pockets he said no, I told him to check his locker, he said no, I told him to check his science book (because he's bad to close things up in his science book, I guess that is where all his homework goes), and he finally found it and he thanked me. His science book is like a portal for his homework to disappear. Its the reason he has a 48 average in that class. Shhhhhh, dont tell him I said that.
Anywayz, so yeah, that's me. I'm a weirdo, as well. My parents don't like the fact that I am buuuut too bad. Sorry NOT sorry for the way I am. Tehe. So I really, like, have to go because I am fixing to have to go to 4th period, which is math and we NEVER get free time in there. Nor do we get free time in Spanish class which is 5th. So I'll write more in a couple of hours....and after lunch.