Part 53: Art Class

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I sat down with a sigh. It was a long day and it was ninth period. Art class. Forty minutes with a crappy teacher that always smelled like alcohol, and the asshole name Josh Dun. He wasn't actually an asshole, but we were both sarcastic, and it just collided with each other. Of course he sat next to me in all the classes I had with him. Once the bell rang and everyone was in their seats the teacher told us to get out our projects and keep working on it. The good thing was that we could do, practically whatever we wanted. I popped in my earbuds, and continued working on the broken T.V. that I was painting. I had to paint the body, then cover it and put water splashes around it. 

Every so often I saw Josh quickly look over at me. Finally after the millionth time I looked at his project. It was a girl, but painted like the sky. It was a beautiful project and honestly couldn't believe he was capable of doing this. It blew my mind. He smiled, obviously happy with it. Why me, though? I thought. And never got an answer, because the bell rang.

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