Oliver: Sort Of An Artist

Chapter One.

My eyes slowly open. The loud bussing of my stupid alarm goes off. Time for the misadventure to begin.

Why do I call this a misadventure one might ask. Well here is why. Imagine, 16 year old, skinny, pimple faced, four eyed, PtV lover teen, who was recently ripped away from his nice cozy, safe, home state. Now imagine him going to God awful Idaho, and having to start school, and meeting "humans" if that's what you can call them. More like hairless apes. That is why this is a misadventure.

My phone vibrates a 5th time and I am forced to shut off the alarm. I hear my mom stomping on the floor to wake me up.
"FUUUUCCCKKK I'M UP MOTHER." I yell as I hear her scream back.
"DID I JUST HEAR YOU SAY THE F WORD"
"NO MY SWEET MOTHER." I yell back
"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT, NOW GET IN THE SHOWER."
She screams back at me before stomping back to what sounds like her room. What a lovely start.

The car stops in front of a prison looking facility, that just so happens to be named "School". My mom and I get out of the car. She looks at me and says
"You are going to love it here!!! I heard they have a really good art teacher!!"
"Yay. One less hour of hell for me I guess."
"Oliver, please just try to make this work. I know you are still hurt with your father's passing but this is the best I can do for us right now."
I look forward, trying to hold back the tears.

We walk into the principals office, to get my final schedule.
"Ah! Mr. Banks, I'm Mrs. Dawson, here is you schedule and Joseph here will show you to your classes through out the day."
Mrs. Dawson says with a smile whole she points to a guy who looks like he could be the next terminator.
"Mrs. Dawson" says my mother. "May we speak once Oliver is on his way?"
"Why of course." Mrs. Dawson replies.

We are walking down the confusing mase-like hallway. Term boy still has yet to speak a word. Hum. I wonder if he knows any words other then "protein" and "reps".
The silence is finally broken.
"Okay pipsqueak, I'm only stuck doing this because I got caught smoking in the boys locker room, so don't feel special" term boy says.
"Cool" I replied. FUCK I could have said like "dude get me a cigarette man haha what about that snoop Dawg man yeet." Too late now.
"Here is a bit of a warning, don't you dare come close to my girl Cathy, if you know what's best for ya." Hey says as he walks away into the crowed of kids.
Well term boy helped alot. I'm stuck in the middle of a swarm of apes and I have no clue where to go. God does these apes even know of personal hygiene?! Just as when I knew I was a gonner I hear a voice.
"Excuse me, are you lost?" Says a female ape voice.
"Um ye-" I turn around to see the goddess of love standing in front of me.
"I saw Joseph was supposed to be helping you, my Jock of a boyfriend can be mean sometimes. On his behalf I'm sorry." The goddess replies.
Oh. My. God. It's. Cathy.