Why Would It Always Be Me?: Extended Cut

Karla? It's Camila

Camilas POV

I pressed my lips together and stuck my tongue out as I drew around my hand, I do that a lot, apparently, stick my tongue out for concentration "I can't draw" I whined, slamming my pencil down on the table "I can't even draw around my hand" I dropped my head, resting it next to the paper I had been drawing on, my quiet emotional break down heard only by my best friend Dinah Jane, the same breakdown had caused her to giggle, we always sit together in every class we have together and this one right now the never ending torture that was art class.

"You're right, thats terrible" Dinah chimed as she finished off her sketch.

I love art just not the part where I actually have to draw something, could I get a way with a line? That is technically art, it could be abstract or something. Dinah loved art just as much, the difference being Dinah could draw, she could draw a stick figure and it would be dubbed as the greatest piece of artwork Miss Ashworth had ever seen, but Dinahs drawings aren't up their with Picasso and Monet, so I think she's bribing her personally, actually nine times out of ten they look like trainwreck's, of course always better than mine but still.

I don't like Miss Ashworth, maybe it's because she said my last piece of work looked like dog puke, can teachers say things like that? I don't think they can, or if they can that needs to be stopped, or maybe its because she lives in Dinahs ass? Don't get me wrong I love that Dinah has someone other than me who can deal with her in all her outrageous glory, but no.

The bell signalling the end of the day rang, dragging me out of my slumped position, enough to shove the awful attempts at tracing I did, I drew a rose earlier on but thats because I've been drawing that same rose for years and apparently colouring it in does not change the grade, well excuse me.

"Ew what's that?!" Zara quizzed, her eyes locked on the endless snail trails across one of my awful attempts at 'something original' and sadly probably the best piece I've done and I didn't technically do anything, just placed a few snails on a piece of paper.

"It's snail stuff, you know trails, she's weird, don't bother" Dinah retorted just as quickly as Zara asked. Well excuse my amazing ability to get outside the box and run another 3 miles away. Zara tucked her brunette hair behind both ears, sucking her teeth almost in disapproval?

"it's not dry" I snatched the paper up "So mitts off" Dinah shock her head quickly at my remark.

"Wasn't planning on it" Zara eyes remained fixed on the paper I now had moved to the furthest end away on the table as Dinah continued her ramble "It wasn't meant to be snail trails though, she started out with glitter, glue, and macaroni pieces, then she messed up and boom snail picture"

"And who's Fault was that Dinah?!"

"Um no, Camila ate over half my sisters banana supply" Dinah stood up, ready to head for the door.

"At least I didn't rub mucus all over everything" Dinah froze at my words, I froze, Zara shock her head, making her own way to the door "I know I heard it ok, I heard it"

"Sickening" Dinah uttered before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"You should control that lack of filter Karla, no wonder you don't have friends" Zara uttered, glaring at Dinah and I "She doesn't really count".

"It's Camila" Dinahs laughing halted before she spoke. Her expression completely unreadable.

"What?"

"Her name is Camila. Got it? Or do I have to beat it into your tiny brain? Presuming you have one in that huge head of yours?" I felt myself panicking for Dinah, she didn't have to do anything for me, let alone stand up to someone like Zara.

"I uh... whatever" With that Zara left.