Waking Up To Competition

3-When in pain, punch a statue

Indigo's POV

In middle school, when Opal got her first boyfriend, she told me she thought it was love. She was wrong. Love isn't a guy holding your hand and crying for you at night. Love isn't a guy giving you roses and a side of sweet talk. Love is perfectly imperfect.

Love is wondering how one moment made you feel such a passion towards a person. Love is wondering, if that person died, how would I survive? Love is wondering, could I see them as someone I could live,with for the rest of my life? Love is blood, sweat, and tears, which make it the worse thing to lose, yet the best think to carry.

You don't need a gun, you don't even need a pill, if you ever wanna die, fall in love and you'll get killed.

Now, back on topic, what I just felt wasn't love. It was excitement. And also confusion. How the mysterious Chase Anderson showed compassion, or was it pity?... To a person. He hasn't spoken all year, and I seem to understand it now.

His face speaks his words for him.

That doesn't mean when he's feeling flirty he wears a duck face like many disturbing girls do on Instagram.

It's really an insult to ducks.

After Chase left me, my brain started started trying to figure out what he meant. It seemed like him, Opal, and Jasmine all didn't want me to go. I shrugged off there concerns and walked down to my next class, aka my worst nightmare.

Art
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Ten horrific minutes later

Is it possible to paint something that was supposed to be a girl staring at the sunset, but ended up looking like someone threw up in pastels all over your canvas?

I could see Leonardo Di Vinci laughing his head off at my beautiful 'Art'.

Stupid Ninja turtle.

"Add more passion and creativity to it Indigo! Your name is a color, you clearly didn't inherit the colorfulness of your name," my art teacher said scoffing. She started walking away arrogantly.

"Really? Because I guess your great artistic skills reflect on your makeup," I shouted.

Everyone looked up, snickering. My statement wasn't even a lie. Her makeup was god awful. Blue eyeshadow, wrong shade of foundation, and yellow lipstick made up our art teachers 'Everyday' natural look. Wait till you saw what she wore for holidays.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," my art teacher said. I got high fives from a girl named Ashley who is a great musician, and Jeremy, the class clown. Even I was proud of myself for my comeback.

My eye found a pair of sparkling blue eyes, full of concentration. I stopped what I was doing and stared at his picture.

It was a drawing of a skeleton, with long brown hair, and hollowed out eyes. She was carrying her own heart and written on it said, 'Beauty Kills'. I continued watching him until I noticed his own eyes looking right at me.

I turned back to my painting and remade it into something else. It was a scenery with blue trees and blue cars on a blue street with a blue home. I don't know the reason I made this, but as I worked it started to grow on me.

"Maybe add some white highlights to it?" Ashely suggested. I nodded and did, and after I finished the bell wrung.
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School was finally out, and thankfully I got out alive from the mob of students running to there cars. I walked over to mine, and wasn't so thankful

"Stupid Car!" I yelled, trying to unlock it. For some reason the doors weren't working and I couldn't get in. I kept pulling and trying to open it, but it wouldn't work.

I heard a noise that sounded like a punch hitting a kids poor face, so I turned around scanning the parking lot. I saw a figure in the distance hitting our school's mascot statue. I walked forward to them and saw it was Chase.

Punch after lunch was thrown on poor Puff the magic dragon's stomach. We were the dragons, and everyone called him Puff. I heard a loud crack, and suddenly the statue started falling down, right in front of Chase, crouching on the ground.

I ran and pushed him out of the way dragging him from the statues path of falling. It landed with a smash and I turned to Chase.

"What were you thinking Chase?" I asked. "You could have died." I looked him in the eye.

His eyes were bloodshot like he had been crying, and tears fell from his face. He fell to the ground again and punched it, screaming up to the sky. I laid in front of him, so he wouldn't hurt himself more.

Chase turned to me, tears landing on my shirt. It was then he spoke to me for the first time, or to anyone for the first time.

"I wish I had died. Please God, kill me. I miss Diana."

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