What if??

Art

The bell rang, waking me from my sleep. I noticed that everyone is leaving, so I packed my things and headed out. Before I could get completely out the door I noticed the same boy who shouted the question earlier was staring at me. I brushed it off as I headed to my favorite class, Art. Ever since my dad left, art has been my way to escape.

Walking into the classroom, I noticed that there were a lot of students already here. I handed my note and schedule to the teacher who sweetly smiled at me. I was thankful that she didn't make me stand while she introduced me.

"All right class, today we're going to paint what you think of your home life is like," the teacher announced. At this, I tensed up and started to panic. What the hell am I going to do, I thought. Shaking my head I decided to do what the assignment was and plugged my headphones in, and I started to slowly zone out.

Suddenly the chair pulled out beside me. This stopped my train of thought and brought back to the real world. To my left, the boy from the class before who yell out the question. I didn't even take a second for me to dismiss him and go back to my work. He turns towards me and stairs at my work.

"You do know this is supposed to be about your home life right?" he questioned. I simply nodded. There was no way a golden boy who got everything they wanted and no problems would understand.

"Then why is it so dark and depressing?" he questioned. I sighed, starting to get annoyed, and looked at him. He must have seen something in my eyes because his face became sympathetic. I turned my head away from his display and finished my work. When I handed the teacher my work she seemed shocked. Well, what can I say not everyone's home life is a bundle of roses.

Before the teacher could question it, the bell rang making me dash for the door leaving the curious start behind. I didn't want all the attention that my painting had caused. What was I suppose to due, lie and say that everything was perfect? I suddenly realized that the bell had rung for lunch.

I decided to make my way outside and take in the sun. I don't get to do this a lot on the account of my mother. Coming out here makes me think about how life was before my father left and my mother became abusive. While my head was swirling in memories, someone placed their hand on my shoulder making me jump. I turned my head to see that it was.......

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^^ her painting^^

Hope you like this chapter. 

Sorry about the cliff hanger.