Maya's POV
Things didn't actually turn out as planned.
We were in art, just a normal day, when Mr.Jackson called me up to his desk. Since that day, when he called my art mediocre, we had come to respect each other. He sometimes helps me get my art into galleries.
"So, you know that gallery I told you about a few days ago?"
"One of the greatest art galleries in New York, yes, I believe I recall." I answered, sarcastically.
"Well, they're considering putting one of your pieces in the gallery but they need a... test piece. By tomorrow."
"What? I'll never get it done by then."
"Calm down, Maya. I believe in you. So much, that I'm giving you my keys. To the school. The art room. Everything in this building." He said, holding out the key ring.
"Really?" I almost grabbed it, when he snatched it away.
"Maya, I am trusting you okay. If you use these, for anything other than art, not only will you not finish in time, but you could get suspended, and I could lose my job."
"I understand. I promise not to do anything else, Mr.Jackson."
"Good." He said, handing me the keys. "I expect to get those back tomorrow, along with a piece of art that will quite literally knock the crap outta me." He smiled, and I laughed, walking back to my place by Riley.
"Hey Riles?"
"Yea Peaches?" She turned to smile at me.
"Um, I can't walk home with you."
"What? Why not?"
"I have to do this painting for a gallery, and I have to stay here pretty much all night."
"Oh." She said, looking disappointed. "That's fine. I know you'll blow their socks off!"
"Thanks, Riles." I said, chuckling, and shaking my head.
A/N so I know this is really short but I finally updated, so yeah! I've been feeling in the writing mood lately, and I don't know why. And I published another book, if you're into Cameron Dallas, go check it out. And I'm working on a new book, so if you're into Aaron Carpenter, be looking forward to that. And please please please comment.
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