My Middle Finger Likes You

13| I hate my art teacher.

I have an art teacher. He is the type of teacher that treats his favorite student different from the rest. Basically, a favoritism teacher.

And in this case, I'm not his favourite student. I don't mean to brag, maybe I do too, but my art skills are the best... ehem.. okay I'm sorry I lied, yes I am bragging.

MY SKILLS ARE THE BEST, MY DRAWING ARE THE BEST, MY PAINTING ARE THE BEST, I AM THE BEST! BWAHAHAHAHA!!! sorry, back to story...#heythatrymes

In his eyes, AK drawing skills reach far beyond everybody, including me. I have never consider AK being a rival, but I knew that her art skills are good too, but since her paintings mainly consist of human while mine are more to the nature, the teacher set his eyes on AK's drawing&painting.

And a month ago, AK and I joined an art competition. And few weeks later, I was told that I won but AK not.

Yay. I beat AK. Yay.

Not.

More like 'HAHAHAHHAHA! I FUCKING WIN YOU LOSER, I WIN THE FUCKING MONEY. JUST YOU SEE I'M GONNA BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU, AND I'M GONNA BE THE FUCKING BEST HAHAHAHHAHA!'

The news spread fast (of course since I was the one spreading it ;)) and more people congratulated me and such things.

Last monday, I met my art teacher for the first time after the term break. AK was sitting beside me and she congratulated me (GEUDBDVDHWJOWIHS I BEAT HER HOLY SHIT), and then my art teacher came up to me.

Him: Congratulation, Tiffany.

Me: Yes, thank you sir. *smiles broadly*

Him: *frowns* You know, Tiffany....

Me: Yes, sir?

Him: I actually don't expect you to win at all...

Me: ...

I thought he's gonna praise me, like 'I actually don't expect you to win at all, but you winning proves that you have more skill than I think you do. Great job, Tiffany!'

But,

Him: I actually don't expect you to win at all, since your concept is messy. With the drawings all over the place at that.

Me: ...

Him: *talks to AK* I actually expect you to win, AK. I thought that you will win. Your concept is beautiful and understandable, but Tiffany's.... not so much.

Me: ...

Him: But maybe since you move it to a smaller paper, you win because of that.

Me: .... *speechless*

Me: Sir?

Him: Yes, Tiffany?

Me: *pulls out both middle finger*...Fuck you.

Yeah right. As if I can do that. Pathetically, I stayed silent. Yep.

I tried to win for him to notice me that I was here, that I was better than AK. I want him to remember my name, to remember me. I did win, but after that scene, I felt like a... loser.

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Sorry guys for telling you a depressing story. I know that this book meant to humor everyone but instead I told you a pathetic side of mine.. //sighs//

Sorry, really.

So instead I will post another chapter today. Hurry! See what the other chapter is about! :)

-Tiffa