School is unnecessary. I've come to this conclusion in my sixth period history class. School is unnecessary. I mean of you're planning on becoming a doctor or a lawyer or something then of course school is a little more important. I'm not though, you see that's the problem. We don't all want to be history majors or mathematicians. So what's the point. I don't plan on going to college. I plan on leaving this place the second the clock stiles midnight on September 14th 2019.
I'm not going to go get an important job or become a scientist who will cure world hunger. There's enough people like that already. I'm going to do my own thing once I'm old enough. That's why no one cares about fricken Henry the 8th and his billon wives. They didn't go to school and they turned out just fine. Right?
The bell rings and were free at last. Usually I just ride home in the bus but it's Thursday and the art show is tomorrow. Another bus comes at four anyways. I head up to Ms. Liva's classroom. She's always there after school. She says that's when the light best hits the trees outside her window. She probably has fifty paintings and artistic shots of those freaking things.
I enter her cracked door and see her in front of the window. Her hands on her hips, staring intently out.
"Ms. Liva?" I walk in cautiously. You never know what an artist will do when they're in 'the zone'.
"Oh Lucy! I was going to talk to you tomorrow during class. But since you're here..." She trails off and sits at one of the messy tables we use to sketch on.
"I wanted to talk some more about the art show tomorrow." I sat across from her and smiled sheepishly at my nervousness. We had spent quite some time on the subject.
"Good! Me too." That surprised me. We had gone over almost every little detail.
"Really? What about?" I fold my hand on the table to keep them from twitching.
"You see, there's been a mix up." I nod at her. She continues,"We'll have to bring our art ourselves and I can't give you a ride. My boyfriend will be using the car and I'll have to ride the bus. Do you think you can still come?"
I feel my heart sink. There's no way I'll be able to come now. "Maybe," I lie to my art teacher. I'd feel so awful if I disappointed her. "I'll try my best." I try to sound more optimistic. She seems to buy it and smiles at me.
"Don't forget to bring your drawing in tomorrow. We'll frame it before you bring it tomorrow night." I nod and she turns back to her window. I take this as my cue to leave and do just that.
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I'm stressing the whole way home. There's no way anyone from the home can drive me to my art show. I can't believe I let myself get so excited over something. It's not like something would ever work out for me. I thought I had learned my lesson. Guess not.
I do have one tiny, itty, bitty, shred of hope left. Jenny. Who knows maybe she'll be able to spare ten minutes to drive me into town. Maybe, just maybe I will be able to go to my art show. I slowly walk up the steps of the home thinking this. Trying as best I can to keep my optimistic mind set.
I enter through the door and head to the kitchen. Jenny is usually in there, making snacks, talking with the little girls, sometimes she even brings in her nail polish. I find her there now. No one else is sitting at the table. She's at the end, busying herself with her phone.
"Jenny?" I venture quietly. She looks up from the screen and clicks it off. Smiling brightly she gives me a questioning look.
"What is it dear?" She pats the seat next to her and I sit.
"I- I was wondering- do you have plans tomorrow night?" I finally decide it's better to ask this than to come out with the whole dilemma.
"I do, actually. Why?"
I shake my head and feel my heart drop. "Don't worry about it. It's dumb." I start to leave but she grabs my arm.
"What's going on tomorrow night, Lucy? Maybe I can change around my times."
"It's- it's an art show. My art teacher wanted me to bring in this drawing." I shrug and try to break away from her grasp. I really don't want to talk about it. It'd only make things worse.
"Oh! Well what time? Maybe I can give you a ride."
"It starts at six and ends at ten."
"Oh. I can't do that. I'm so sorry honey." She looks at me sympathetically.
"Don't worry about it," I mumble and walk away from the table. I leave all my things on the bench and head out the front door. Ignoring Jenny's questions I leave. I don't know where I'm going but I need a break from that place.
I walk down the quiet streets and listen to the air blow around me. I suck in a crisp breath of fall air. I smell the burning leaves and wet grass. I smile at that. It's one of those nostalgic scents that always make me happy for some reason. I try to enjoy the walk and milk the rest of the daylight for this purpose.
It's nine when I get back. I don't realize how long I've been gone until I see how angry Ms. Newbury is.
"Where in hell have you been!" She yells as soon as I open the door.
"Out." I say simply. Bad idea.
"Oh that's how you're gonna be? Allison! Go get the stick!"
Very bad idea.
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I Promise || Adopted by Peterick
Fanfiction*Completed Lucy Ann Crowley was left on the highway at age seven. Her mother said she'd be right back. She said she promises. After daddy left mama promised she'd never leave. But one day she did. Eight years later she's fifteen and still without pa...
