Who Am I To Say

Chapter Two - Red Eyes

The world looks grey to me, even though everyone else seems convinced it's filled with colour. All I can see is white, black and grey. Maybe I am colour blind. No one can see things the way that I can. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I can't decide. My world is different, or at least it seems that way. Why is that? Maybe if I looked hard enough I could find the answer. Even though it's all so stupid.

Everyday after school I stay behind for club activities. You're probably really confused about how I'm part of a club right now. To be honest you have every right to be. I don't like being near other humans because they scare me, so it doesn't make sense for me to be in a school club. But, that fear of people doesn't apply when you are the only person in the club. That's right I run a club by myself, for myself. Kinda pathetic right?

I carefully took out my keys and unlocked the door to the art room. The art instructor, Mrs. Harcourt, is my club's supervisor and she lets me use the art room whenever I feel like. I dropped my bag on the nearest stool, then made a break for the nearest garbage bin. Tossing the lid across the room, I started throwing up relentlessly. It had been too much for me to handle. After running into that guy, I couldn't hold it in. I ran to the wash room and relieved myself of my breakfast. I stayed in there until lunch was over, and I missed my one opportunity to eat which sucks.

After I finished doing what I had to, I wiped my face with my sleeve while opening my bag, to get my water bottle. The water got rid of that nasty after taste in my mouth, and I felt a little better. If you can call it feeling better.

The room smelt like fresh paper, paint, and the faint scent of the wild flowers I was planning on painting, sometime in the near future. Though they would probably wither up and die before got to them. If that were to happen I could always go to the field and gather some more. I sorted through a pile of old canvasses and found my most recent one. I plopped it down on my aisle and pulled out my pouch of art supplies. After picking out my paint, and my brush, I got down to work. Or at least I tried to.

"Argh!" I yelled " why can't I get that stupid boy out of my head!?!?" My canvas looked exactly the same as it did when I pulled it out fifteen minutes ago. I hadn't touched it yet, because my mind was to distracted by that douche from before. I just couldn't get his face out of my mind. Those sparkling eyes, that shone behind the nerdy red glasses that framed them his blond locks, that fell perfectly in place across his flawless pale skin. That subtle curiosity that shines brightly from every last finer of his being. So enticing! The mere thought of him sends my imagination whirring. I tossed my dirty brush into the sink, trading it in for a charcoal pencil and a sketch book. Just like that the image flowed onto the page, every last detail. The chip on the top corner of the right lens of his glasses. The slight rosy blush colouring his dimpled cheeks. A scar just above his right eyebrow. Ever so small smile lines around his thin pink lips.

About 20 sketches later, I felt as though I was ready for paint. So I walked over to the storage closet in the back and slided out the extra large canvas I was saving for my wild flowers. I guess that was a waste of forty five minutes, spent looking for the perfect blossoms. It didn't matter to me anymore, cause I wanted to paint the boy and that's what I was gonna do.

I made my first strokes, with my base colour. Scrounging through the paint tub, I pick out the several shades of yellow, orange, grey, white, and gold. I mixed several different tints and shades. Then I started on the hair. Applying the paint in thick dabs to give his honey coloured hair the fluffy texture that made it so beautiful. Once I had finished everything else I moved on to the eyes. What was the color of his eyes again? I can't remember.

"Hiya emo girl! Whatcha painting?" The boy's inquisitive pale red eyes flickered when he saw the painting. "Hey is that me! That's awesome, but where are my eyes?"

I'm pretty sure I fainted after that.