Impossible

Three

My first period was art. I usually sat isolated in a corner since I didn't like to talk to anyone. I was quiet, I was a misfit. I had finished my recent assignment so I grabbed a pice of paper and a pencil and layed it on the table. "What should I draw?" I mumbled to myself and tapped my pencil on the desk at a fast steady beat.

"Whatever your heart wants you to draw. Let your hand guide you." My teacher said as he walked by. I just nodded and put in some earbuds. I drew a line on the paper and continued to shade at it and make it thicker. Then branched off if it again and again. My hand guiding the pencil and my head providing a rough draft. It was a tree. But there were two different sides to this tree.

"Why must I put so much meaning into everything?" I sighed and looked at the paper again. There was a live, beautiful side of the tree. There was also a dead, decayed broken side.

The more beautiful side representing an innocent, non-corrupted mind. One that wasn't broken or hurt. That wasn't destroyed by sex and drugs. Or even ridden with depression and anxiety like mine. It was my mind as a child.

The decayed, old side representing us as we mature and begun to understand things. We become depressed, we damage ourselves with razors and drugs. We use sex as a medicine. We put others down to make ourselves feel better. We are truly an evil species. We only think of ourselves. I decorated the tree on both sides with a small little girl and an older teenager. The young child playing and climbing. The older one slumped against the tree and looking down.

"It's beautiful. Do you mind if I keep this?" Mr.Carson asked me. I shook my head no and pulled out another piece of paper after handing the other one to him. "You truly have a gift to put your thoughts into art, use it." He said before walking off. I shrugged and pulled out my pencil yet again. Dusting it and tracing it across the paper. It was a world I had seen in my dreams.

"Just the way I wanted it." I sighed and.put my signature in the bottom right corner. It was a world where I was treated equally. Where I could live free and without my negative thoughts. Where I didn't have myself setting my own boundaries and keeping my feet planted where they were in life. So I wouldn't go any farther. Here I had pursued my dream of music, I had friends and fans. I never hurt myself and I was well, happy.

"Looks like she's in dream land again." I heard someone mumbled and everyone around them laugh. I just rolled my eyes. "Wait, is the emo eavesdropping? You know, It's not nice to listen in on conversations." The same voice said again.

"And it's not nice to bully. But do you do it anyways? Yes," I mumbled under my breath and looked down.

"Is she talking smack?" The same feminine voice exclaimed. I shook my head, soon for it to be thrown against the wall. "Don't you dare talk back to me." She had said through gritted teeth. I was too scared to speak so I just nodded. Mr.Carson wasn't in the room either. The bell rang for second period and I grabbed my bag and ran out. I had ELA with Dallon next.

"Hey." I mumbled as I took a seat next to him. I tugged lightly at a little bit of my hair.

"Hey, there's a new girl I met last period. You'd like her." He greeted and shrugged. I cocked my head at his words.

"So help me if she's a jerk. You know I'm not the best at meeting new people." I said and sighed. I then facepalmed.

"She's not, she has the same interests as us. And she's lesbian." He said and chcukled, "For real, she's really cool. She has next period with us." He added.

"Cool. I'm excited to meet her." I sighed and looked up a little. Truth is, she may be pretty. But I like Dallon and have for a while now. His eyes were a steel blue and his hair was a dark brown. He was very good looking, plus he had a great personality.

"So today I want you all to start on writing a realistic fiction story. Blood and gore and death I'll allow. But no drugs and sex. Got it? Good, now go." She said and walked back to her desk.

"So what are you gonna write about?" Dallon asked tapped his pencil against his paper.

"You should already know." I mumbled and whipped not my pencil and some paper then began to write.

'Ella walked around her school. Trying to find the back exit. She eventually found it and pushed the rusty, old, doors open. She wanted to get away, away from people. Away from her thoughts. Away from the world. She leaned against the wall and slowly slid her back down it. The rocks and sharp points in the brick digging into her soft, sensitive skin. She put her head in her hands and sobbed. "Why must it always be me?" She quietly asked her herself. Her voice shaking and stumbling upon every word.

She had found no answer to what she asked herself and walked back into the large building that to her was hell. She bumped into one of the upperclassmen and mumbled and apology. He just said 'tch' and slapped the back of her head as he walked off. She had no reaction and just walked back to class. After what had just happened a slap was no big deal at all.'

Dylan write everything down a sighed. She wasn't near done. You see, this story was supposed to be realistic fiction. No this had happened. She just added more detail and things to make it less real. Because writing this hurt. Because this happened to her sister. They only had each other. Ella and Dallon. Those were the only two people she ever trusted. Now it was just Dallon. I'm guessing you know what happened... just then the bell rang for third period and I felt something wet on my face. "Be right back." I said and rushed to the bathroom.

"You alright?" He asked as I came out of the tiny room and started walking to third period.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied and walked next to him. Moments later we walked into out psych class and there was a beautiful girl with long, black hair and green eyes that sparkled. She was fairly short too. She looked like someone I knew but I shook the thought off.

"Hi." She waved and we walked over. This third period was gonna be fun. I hated meeting people. But she seemed to be my exception.