entanglement

art, a language I cannot speak

I didn't like the smell of old paints drying. The chemicals caused me to have a head ache. I brought my hand up to my head and shut my eyes closed starting to feel the now dull thump in my right temple. I looked up then wondering where the art teacher was. Perhaps she was still chatting away with her lunch buddies about what Mr. Languire did in the  teacher's lounge once again. Their idiotic attempts at still trying to gossip at their age like the high schoolers they taught really aggravated me. I wish adult could act like adults should. Is that all it is... once your out of high school, your out of high school physically but the drama will always be there. How annoying.  

Just then Mrs. Waltiens walked in with a half empty water bottle in one hand and a empty lunch container in the other. I rolled my eyes as she was slightly giggling to herself about some joke she must have remembered from lunch. I looked around the rest of the room then, as per usual the art class after lunch was full of stoners. They all looked mystified like they were having some creative energy flow through them but really they were just craving hot cheetos. Then Mrs. Waltiens did that awkward abrupt clearing of the throat like some teachers do when they wanted to get your attention, and it did get everyones attention. 

"Alright class todays assignment is rather special..." she slightly smirked at the floor whilst gathering her hands in a clasp in front of her.She started every assignment off like this. "You will draw what you crave most in life, what you crave most for your future to look like." That caught my attention. What I most craved for my future, that was easy, acceptance. "Alright get started, you can use any media you'd like, the world within this room is made with many things." Everyone started to move then. I remained still, looking at my lap and contemplating if I should really draw what I wanted. Would I be judged, would I even know how to draw acceptance. 

"You don't know what you crave most?" I looked up then to the voice talking over my right shoulder. I just blinked awkwardly as I took in the same new weird boy from English class. I haven't seen him before then and I didn't see him after. When did he even get here, I didn't see him earlier when I looked around the room.

"Uhm... no, do you?" He smiled then. It etched into his cheeks so easily it was like a wave in the ocean that gently flaps against the sand in the morning. "Relax, this is a dumb assignment anyways, we all know Rick the Dick over there will draw some hot girl he saw in playboy but it will come out like a stick figure.And honestly,Steven will probably draw the food he wants to eat right about now since you know he is high like a kite in April." I smirked then because these would be likely happenings. I looked down then at  my hands on my desk only for the smile to fade. "What do you crave most for the future?" He laughed then and I looked back up at him. " I would crave... success. Success in my job and in my....personal relationships with people I cared about." He emphasized relationships almost like he knew exactly how to get there. "You know how to portray that?"

"I think I know how I could portray it." He held my eyes and I had to look away, too which he added a slight chuckle before he  walked away from my desk once again.

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sorry for another short chapter, it's 2am here and i am so tired will update again later this week.Love you all!!!<333

~S.J.