Heartbreak

Amber

RECAP:

I decided I wanted to paint all different flowers because they express the happiness and joy in which I'm feeling.

Knowing Luke, he'll paint something dark or depressing since he's plays the "bad boy" character.

I went over to the canvases and picked a decent medium sized one that wasn't too tall but not too fat.

As I was setting that down on my seat, the art room opened to reveal...

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As I was setting that down on my seat the art room door opened to reveal....

Principal Dreadmore.

Dreadmore is a wealthy middle aged man whom has a deep threatening American voice. He's currently getting a divorce with his wife so he has been more angry and threatening then ever. He's the kind of person who would send a student to detention just for speaking out in class or passing notes. Most teachers don't care but he's very strict for some unknown reason. He walks around the halls in the most professional manner, calling out kids who are supposedly doings the wrong thing like sagging their pants or wearing to much makeup even though theirs no rule against most things he calls out. He's just a troubled soul angrily stomping through life.

As Dreadmore saunters to the front of the class, my eye catches another figure waking through the door. A boy about my age, maybe a year or two older wearing a black Rolling Stones t-shirt and tight dark washed blue jeans. He also wore old beat up ankle boots and a white beanie over his head of brown luxurious curls that ending right above his luminous hazel eyes. He walked in carefree as if he couldn't care less to be here. He held this smirk that read 'I don't give a shit'. I wouldn't think he does by the way he scans his eyes over the class and leans against the white board in front of the class.

I tear my eyes away from his as soon as Dreadmore blows his ear-bursting whistle to catch our attention. As soon as he saw everyone was staring at him, he began speaking.

"Good morning students. This here is Tristan Miller and he is new to our school. Treat him with kindness and welcome him to Bridgewood High" he speaks in a low monotone voice that shows he doesn't want to be here introducing some new kid to the school.

Dreadmore walked out of the classroom leaving 'Tristan' in the front of the classroom alone. It didn't seem to look like he had much of a problem with it as he makes his way to some tall blonde standing in front of her painting obviously overthinking about something. I watch as he starts flirting with her, biting his lip and staring deeply with his hazel eyes into her blue ones. As soon as the girl takes in his looks, she's hooked. She flirts along, twirling her long curly hair with her fingers and chewing her huge wad of gum. Obviously by the end of their conversation, He's gonna have her number. I snapped my self from that horrid show of desperation and started making a sketch of the flowers I was thinking of. I drew daisies, roses, daffodils, orchids, and petunias. Flowers always inspires me. I added color pencil to the sketch and stood back to look at it. 'Great' I thought as I headed over to the paint rack to get the needed colors for my picture. I picked up cylinders of yellow,purple, pink,orange, and green. I headed back to my area and set down the paint. I headed over and got an apron remembering I was wearing a very favorite dress of mine. Didn't want to ruin it. Once I put on my apron, I headed over to Luke to see how his painting was going. Walking over, I saw he was in deep concentration sketching his drawing. I leaned over his shoulder and saw it was a picture of a gothic teenage boy turning into a skeleton.

"Babe who's that supposed to be?" I asked taking a closer look at the details in the boys face. I spotted curly brown hair and hazel eyes.

Huh.

"That new kid Trey. I don't like him. He already acts like he runs the school when we all know I do." he huffed adding more detail into the drawing.

"It's Tristan and I don't think so. He looks like a player to me. Already flirting with girls." I reply looking over to him talking and smiling with a brunette whom is practically drooling over him.

"Yeah well I'm proving to him that I'm the king by this painting, like it or not."

He says back glaring down at his drawing and continuing shading in his work.He looks pretty scary when he's mad but still cute. Hopefully Tristan learns that Luke is boss around here.

I walked back over to my canvas and started free-handing the flowers onto it. I didn't want anything really detailed, just something plain and simple.

Once I was done drawing the flowers, I picked up the paint brush and dipped it in the yellow. I painted thin strokes in the middle of the daisies and then painted some of the daffodils all yellow. I then washed the paint brush and dipped it in the pink. Painting the roses all pink gave it that vibrant color I desired. Adding Purple paint to the orchids just made the painting even more colorful. After painting the petals of all the flowers, I dipped the paintbrush in green and began painting the stems.Once done, I stepped back and stated at the canvas. It sure was colorful, but it was missing something, somewhere. I noticed the whole background was white and in art class the motto is 'Never leave a spot empty'.

I decided to paint the background a light blue to represent the sky.

After finishing the creation I admired it for a few minutes and then let it dry while going on my phone. I had five new texts and three missed calls. Wonder who..

I checked the texts first. The first three were from Ivy saying:

'Did you hear about the new guy Tristan?'

'I heard he's hot and super hipster! Also heard he failed twice..'

'He's in your art class! Find out some info and tell me later!!'

Well I guess the words spreading about this Tristan guy.

The next text was from my Mom saying:

'Working late tonight. Left twenty dollars for you to get pizza. love you'

My mom usually worked late on weekdays. Her job was assistant manager of a commercial industry. It pays good and she seems to love it so I have to problem.

The last text was from an unknown number saying:

'Try and get with him and you'll be dead meat. He's mine'

I checked the time on the text and it was five minutes ago when I was talking to Luke about Tristan. Some crazed girl texted me about Tristan.. well okay then. It's not like I was going to go for him.

I went to the missed calls and saw they were from the same number. I'm surely not calling her back.

Weird way to start my first period. I looked at the clock on my phone and saw it was fifteen minutes till the bell rings for our next class. Every class during the last fifteen minutes, Mr.Brandon goes around and picks three paintings and makes the artists of them explain it. Usually it's Luke and two other people. Luke puts pure passion into his work.

I packed up my bag and sat next to Luke once again and started scrolling down Tumblr while waiting for the picking to start. Mr.Brandon walked around, examining every one of our posters and put either a check or an 'X' to determine who got to present.

You would not believe who got picked.

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xx Kaitlyn