"I cannot wait to get to have lunch. I'm absolutely starving!" Jo leans over and whispers as I place the paintbrush to the canvas.
"To be honest I'm not hungry." I dip my paintbrush into the pot of water next to the canvas and swirl it round, rinsing it off the colour before getting a smaller paintbrush and dipping it into another colour.
"You are never hungry or want to do anything anymore." she sighs and I stay silent shrugging. "I'm sorry." she quickly apologises for what she said.
"It's okay." Short and simple is my answer.
"You know we could go out somewhere?" She tries to convince me while picking at her nails.
"I don't want too, sorry."
"Sam, you need to get out more." Jo whines.
"I don't actually need to get out more! The last time I went out for a whole day I lost someone so no I don't need to get out more. Really I should've been home, with my mum looking after her while she was sick but no, I wasn't!" My frustration of constantly being nagged into going out bursts and it's been a long day. Soon enough everybody in the class is staring and I place my paintbrush down, take a deep breath and place my head in my hands. Jo stays silent for a little while before apologising.
"Sorry Sam."
Why can't people just leave me be?
"I just need people to understand how guilty I feel about my mother. If I was there then maybe it could've been me other than her. I just can't deal with people nagging at me to do stuff seen as I have something to do already that I need to sort out, maybe another time" I smile weakly at the last bit of my sentence and she nods, leaning in for a hug which I return.
"You know if you ever need someone, I'm here. You can come stay with me whenever." She unattaches herself and starts to pack her bag, ready to go to lunch. "Are you coming?"
"Nah, I'm going to finish this up and go home." My head starts to pound as people start to raise their voices and rush out the room.
"Alright, I'll see you later Sam." I watch Jo as she waves goodbye. I just need to finish off my project, get home and sort out some files.
Art and music was a place for myself to escape, to really show my emotions and express myself through what I would paint or what I wrote. Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see... Michael.
"Ugh Michael what do you want?" I huff and turn around back to my art work. I'm in no mood to talk to anybody, let alone him right now.
"Was just coming over to talk" he pulls the chair out and seats himself down next to me picking up a paintbrush which I quickly take off of him.
"I'm not in the mood" I bluntly reply. I may seem moody and horrible but usually I'm the complete opposite however not many people around me understand the amount of pain I have been through and I still am.
"I was hoping I could cheer you up."
"Michael you would be cheering me up if you weren't sitting here." I know it's a bit mean but he doesn't leave me alone.
"Oh okay. I'm sorry Sam. I'll guess I'll see you tomorrow?" he starts to walk away.
"Maybe." That's if I'm not holding guns to people's heads.
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Sundown
FanfictionAs Samantha, aka Sam, goes undercover to find out who killed her mother, it isn't what she expected to find. After sundown it's a dangerous world, can she cope?
