"The Sketcher." (A Jacksepticeye Story.)

New School

"Learn your fears and weaknesses. Embrace them. Then nobody will be able to use them."
-Sean William McLoughlin

Chapter One

    A shrill alarm went off in her ear, resulting in her shooting up in her bed. Glaring at her alarm clock, she shoved it off the dresser and watched it crash to the floor. When it finally went silent, she rolled her eyes and sighed.

First day at a new school.

   She finally got out of bed, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She took her time slipping on a pair of skinny jeans and a sweatshirt.
She tied the laces of her converse and took a deep breath. She ran a brush quickly through her hair. After she was done getting ready, she grabbed her sketchbook and backpack, and headed downstairs. Her footsteps were silenced by the carpet beneath her feet. Her eyes quickly flickered to the few frames hanging up.
After she moved into this new house, her mother didn't bother putting up family pictures. The ones that were up were only baby pictures and photos of her and her mother together. Dad was out of the picture, literally.
It was bare, giving her a heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach. As her feet hit the bottom step, someone was watching her from the top of the stairs.
   "Have a nice first day at school, sweetie." A quiet voice floated from upstairs.

   It was her mom. She was wrapped in a robe and scratching her head. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun and she was yawning loudly. Her mother had to take on two jobs in order to pay for the house they had just bought. Money was tight, but they made it work. Amber nodded and forced a smile before heading outside.
The chill of the morning air caused goosebumps to ripple over her skin and her breath to come out in puffs of mist. She stood there, letting it curl around her lips before vanishing into the air. She just stood there, stalling. Finally, she forced herself to start walking down the sidewalk towards her new school.
She fished her phone out of her pocket and pushed in her earbuds. Turning it on, she turned up the volume until it was blaring and continued walking. Her stomach was churning and twisting, the thought of new people made her sick to her stomach. It was a ten minute walk from the house to her school.
As she walked up to the front doors, she swallowed her fear and pushed through it.

Don't be stupid, Don't be stupid,Don't be stupid.

   She clutched her phone tightly and tried to find the front office. She looked around at the several students making their way to their classes. A few turned to look at her, others completely ignoring. She was fine with that, she preferred it.
Ignoring the feeling, she walked into the front office and stood at the front of the desk. She pulled out her ear buds and shoved them in her bag. A women raised her head up at her, a large smile plastered on her face. Amber noticed the streaks of gray sprinkled through the older woman's hair, soft wrinkles around her eyes, and the laugh lines pressed into the skin around her mouth.
She had dark brown eyes and bulky square glasses that made her eyes slightly bigger than normal.

"Oh! Hello there, honey! Now, you must be new. I haven't seen your face around here!" Her voice was soft and warm, making Amber smile a little.

   She nodded, having a hard time finding her voice for a moment. The lady searched around in the cabinets and drawers before pulling out a slip of paper.

"These are your classes. Your first class is Quantitive Literacy, which is up those stairs in room 255! I hope you enjoy your stay at Bell's High School! We're glad to have you!" She chirped happily, pointing towards the set of stairs down the hallway.

Amber thanked the lady and quickly made her way to the stairs. She could feel some eyes on her back the whole way. Stopping her hands from shaking, she stopped in front of her class door and took a breath. You can do this, Amber. She opened the door slowly, cringing as a creaking noise erupted in the air.

"I need all of you to turn your books to page 180. Do excersizes 1,2 and..." The teacher's voice trailed off as he turned his attention to Amber.

   Amber froze, wanting to just melt into the ground and never be seen again. Quickly, heads turned and the entire class was staring at her now. The teacher broke out into a smile and motioned for her to come near him.
Amber moved her jelly legs to him, handing him a slip of paper. He had a balding head, the hair thinning and stopping around his ears. He had dull brown eyes and a wrinkly face. His smile was soft though and his eyes were kind. He pointed at an empty chair at the back of the class.

Thank god.

"Well Amber, we are glad to have you, aren't we class? Now, just take a seat and see if you can follow me through this lesson." Amber nodded and quickly sat down, taking a deep breath.

The stares slowly went away as the teacher lectured on. She looked around, studying all the people around her. She spotted the regular clusters of girls snickering and gossiping to each other, the ones who were concentrating on taking notes and listening to the teacher, and the ones who were snoring away with their heads down on their desks.
The more her eyes swept the room, the more she began to see the regular cliques of a High School. You know, you always try not to believe in stereotypes with these things but it's almost surprising how accurate they can be.
She spotted one boy that caught her eye. Her eyes skimmed over his bright green hair that was currently falling in his face. His fingertips gently adjusted his black glasses, pushing them back up his nose.
He was a couple desks across from her. He was sitting at an angle that allowed her to see the whole side of his face. He seemed lost in thought, barely acknowledging the teacher in the front of the classroom. In fact, he looked pretty bored.
   He was handsome though, with his jawline and slight stubble on his chin. He was biting the end of his pencil, dazing off it seemed.
She felt her fingers twitch as she reached over and grabbed her sketchbook. It's a strange habit of hers whenever she needs to draw. It's like a compulsion, this feeling of needing to draw. So, with her pencil sharpened and ready, she began to draw him.
   She knew how odd this must look for a very new student to start drawing her classmates. Or to be drawing anyone she doesn't know for that matter. She couldn't help it, she found people interesting. She looked up discreetly every now and then, capturing his details and flowing it on the paper.
She was nearly done with her sketch when she looked up one last time to study his hair. Her pencil was still softly scratching the notebook she had set in front of her. She didn't need to always look at the paper, she trusted herself to just let her hand go where it wanted.
The teacher was still droning on, scribbling messy notes onto the whiteboard. The girl looked down at her sketch to see the progress so far, erasing and adding details here and there. This was her favorite type of sketching, people. She enjoyed capturing emotion, human emotion. She wiped away the eraser shavings and looked back up to ensure she had gotten the shape of his nose correctly.
She placed her pencil on the paper before finally noticing the classmate's head turning. Before she could look away, her eyes ended up meeting with his. Her hand froze and her eyes widened a bit.

He had caught her.