Vanessa has it all - popularity, a cool ass boyfriend, and a group of trust worthy friends. People are afraid to talk to her, and spend most of their time avoiding her. But when Vanessa learns that her boyfriend is cheating on her, she whips up a pl...
Mess with me, I'll mess with you. Karma? No, no. I prefer to sort things out myself.
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I was thinking about William in class. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Why? I had no idea.
I wondered what it was like to be him. To have moved two times, and start life afresh. But also, having a new chance at being someone else.
It's almost as if he messed up his life back there in France and decided to press the "Retry" button. But someone like William couldn't have messed up his life as bad as to move countries. William seemed perfect, like he had it all. He just tried too much at fitting in.
Maybe that was his problem. He tried too much, and as a result, he got lost and couldn't remember who he was.
He needed to start again. He needed a new life. A second chance. A blank canvas.
"Van? Van!" My thoughts were cut off cruelly by the art teacher, who was staring at me intently. He was trying to make out what it was exactly that I had been thinking about, but he wouldn't have been able to figure me out. No one could.
"Yes? Mr.." I said. I panicked. I didn't know his name. How embarrassing. If I didn't know his name, why did I say 'Mr.' How stupid of me.
"Mr Adams? Did you seriously not know my name? Or were you completely zoned out?" I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not.
"No." I scoffed. "My head is hurting. I just want to sleep." I shrugged.
"If you want to sleep, you can. But there is no room for slackers in this class. If you're not up to it, I can put you in the regular art class, but I have to say, it would be a talent gone to waste. We're giving you more here than any class, Van. You need to stop taking things for granted." He was shaking his head, disappointed in me.
Obviously I didn't want to sleep. I said that to save myself. How could I tell him that I didn't know his name? Or that I couldn't stop thinking about the new nerd, William? I'd be a laughing stock. Honestly.
"I'm sorry. I zoned out."
He sighed, "Pay attention." He squinted his eyes, and was looking directly at me, his eyes were gorgeous and I melted when they looked at me. He made me forget all about Aiden. Damn.
"Anyway.. First term project. Right. Now that I have all you your attention, I'd like to tell you about the project. You will all receive a piece of paper, and on that piece of paper can be a name, an object or a theme. You have to produce a piece of art revolving around that. You can do whatever you want with this, and you'll have all of our classes to do this. You'll be graded on this entirely, so be careful."
I looked around the classroom for the first time, trying to recognise anyone. But I didn't. This class was entirely new to me. It was as if I was new here too. Maybe I was. I was an outsider here.
