Fading

The beginning

Six months, 15 days later

"Ava, do you know the answer?" I heard Mr.Cummins ask."Yes."" The landscape painting is painted using oil paints, which dry slower than acrylic or poster, which allow for the artist to correct or work on a certain area for a longer period of time. This type of paint was used during artists of the Renaissance such as Leonardo De Vinci." I reply.
When the bell rings everyone starts to pack up there book for the next class, biology. "Ava, can you stay after class please." Mr. Cummins asks, I nod my head in reply, trying not to look too happy about missing Ms. Brady drone on about onion cells. "What's up?" I ask, "Ava there is a young artists competition coming up in the next couple of weeks. The prize is a fully paid exhibit in New York , showing all your art work. There will be many wealthy sponsors there. So, I would encourage you to enter this competition, the emotion, creativity and colour expressed in your work is totally astonishing." My mouth hung open. I had no words at all. "I will definitely think about it." I tell him. " I hope you do, it would be a shame to see talent like yours go to waste." He says before I exit the classroom, plugging in my earphones and heading to the laboratory.
   Biology was the worst class, listening to that old woman (who in my opinion shouldn't be even aloud to teach) talk about iodine and onion with a microscope for an hour. For most of the class I didn't listen I doodled and thought of what I was going to draw for the competition. By the end I had many small ideas but none strong enough to go off. When I was exiting the school I passed girls squealing over none other than Giovanni Medicci, an absolute asshole in my opinion but I ever voiced my opinion I would be beaten to a pulp by those girls.
   Walking home I listened to music. I had no food in my fridge, but with only five dollars to my name a microwave dinner or readymade sandwich wide have to do for dinner. I walked into the small convenience store, and picked up the necessity. Walking out of the store I turned to face the ally beside the store that led to a shortcut to my apartment, I saw three guys cornering a small nerdy kid. From the back I could tell they went to the same school as me, thanks to the Black trousers with maroon Blazers. I could also tell who they were Giovanni Medicci, his older brother Alex Medicci and there cousin Patrick who was Irish.
     Giovanni turned around and when he saw me he smirked, I rolled my eyes and continued walking.
    When I reached my apartment my dog Zoey greeted me her nose nudging the bag with my dinner in it. As soon I actually got in the door I turned on my speaker and turned on Praying by Kesha.
 

As I heated up my dinner I sang and dancelike there was no tomorrow. When the dinner was done I turned on Teen Wolf and watched how Stiles was possessed and Peter finds out he's a father. ( I was shook to the core). While washing the dishes I hear shouting coming from the ally that separates the two buildings. When I look down one man pulls out a gun and shoots the other man in the head. The bang is so loud I scream. The man who shot the gun looks up at me, and much eyes widing in horror when I see who it is ,  Giovanni Medicci.