My descriptive fiction and story bits

Canvas

      The substitute sat at a desk on her phone, any noise drowned out by the clammer of my classmates. Sighing, I looked down and riffled through my bag of art supplies. Class was only half over and I hadn't brought my book or sketch pad. What can I do for the rest of math? It's only third period, I don't have any homework yet. I stopped and lay my head down on the desk, frustrated. No one paid me any heed. A group of girls stood around a boy, French-Braiding his hair. Some boys were trying to flip a half empty water bottle onto a textbook one was balancing precariously on his head. Another group was chasing each other around the room in an animated game of tag.
Too bad my friends aren't in this class with me, this would be SO much better. Ugh, these people are crazy; who allowed this lady to be a substitute?! I sighed again as a girl raced past my desk, knocking my box of art supplies off the edge. "Really?!" I huffed as she continued without a glance. Standing up, I began to pick up my stuff. Eh, maybe organizing all this will keep me busy for a bit. I began to color-code everything, starting with crayons. Once I finished, I picked them until and put them back in the bag. Next, I began working on the colored pencils. I have a lot of variety here... Which would come first?? Mint green or sea-foam green? Hmm... Probably mint.
     I reached for the next item, discovering that it was a green pen with light green dots covering it's casing. Wonder what color it is... I should be able to wash one dot off before I get home. Reaching for the pen, I removed it's smooth cap and lay my palm face-up on the desk. The ball point hovered over to it and stopped as doubt began to creep in. I shook it off and pressed down, feeling the cool pen make contact and create an arch of electric green.
     Staring in awe, I placed the pen on the desk and reached for another. This time a lavender purple pen with light swirls appeared in my hand. I kept my gaze on the bright curve before me, as focused as a seasoned surgeon. The royal purple swayed across my hand, combining with the green. I no longer heard my classmates calls and odd noises, so intrigued by the new sensation.
     My hand moved faster as more brilliant colors appeared and intertwined with each other on my palm. It's dull color complemented each color perfectly as I watched my emotions unfold before me. A sharp scribble of red, slow rings of blue, spikes of black. I couldn't stop, even if I had wanted to. The whole experience gave me an extraordinary thrill as I intently bent over my arm. The green reappeared, snaking long tendrils down my arm to my elbow.
     Exhausted, I finally put down the pens and rested my throbbing hand. I glanced at my arm in a mixture of awe, admiration and horror. It was... beautiful. The pen colors mixed and blossomed outward, creating a garden of emotions. Bright red petals falling at my anger, a pale blue lake rippling in my despair, a bright sun shining through the dark green canopy of my mask. Purple and Orange butterflies danced around the new pink buds as two fish, Yin and Yang I suppose, circled the sky. How is it possible to find so much life in one amount of scribbles?! Woah...
The bell rang, jolting me out of my daze. CLASS IS OVER?! I hurried to pack up my supplies and covered my arm in my sleeve. I'll just have to wait until lunch to get it off. For now though... A small smile graced my lips as I rushed out, thinking of my arm. I.. Love this feeling, I don't want it to go! The smile turned into a smirk. No one has to know... My little secret. My canvas.

A/N YAY THIS IS DONE!!! I started drawing on my arm with pen... Eh it's fun what can I say? Hope you enjoyed, bai my piggies!
-Cavy