Confessed

Hie guys, this is my first story on Wattpad. I'm making it up as I go, but it's supposed to be about hidden feelings and being harassed into doing things you don't want to do. Hope you enjoy it!

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"Hey," I said to my best friend Cassie as I sat down on the seat next to her on the bus. "Hi. The art competition winners are announced today, excited?" Smiled Cassie. "Yeah, of course. But I don't stand a chance against Anya Collins and Oscar Woods."

"Hey, cheer up. Anya's your friend, she knows you're participating this year and she wants to give you more of a chance by submitting one of her old crap pieces." Encouraged Cass. "None of her work is crap, come on. She's absolutely fabulous at art, you know that. Plus, what about Oscar? Remember? He's participating too." I sighed. "He likes you. I'm sure he's gonna give you a chance too, Tia. Come on, just believe that your art is so unique and special, not just good!" Said Cassie while plaiting my hair.

The bus pulled to a halt, and all the kids came crashing out. "What's with these guys? What's the big rush?" I laughed. "No idea." We hopped off the bus and took the long way to get into school. "Smells like poop around here, why do we even come this way?" I said, blocking my nose. "Tia, deal with it, this is the only way to get into school without passing Louisin." "Mr Louisin, Cass. You're going to get in huge trouble if you're caught calling him 'Louisin'. You know how fond he is of his name." I warned, as we walked through the halls.

Oh, wow, there was Mr Louisin, pointing out everyone's flaws as they walked past. Cassie moaned. "I thought he watched the gate  from 8 to 8:30, so he can come back right when the bell goes. It's quarter past, he should still be out there. We took the Bog of Stench way for no good reason at all!" "Woah, Cass, we don't know that he wasn't out there before. Be happy that he's not pointing out your flaws." I reminded her. "Oh yeah, that's actually unusual..." Laughed Cassie.

But we both spoke too early. "Cassie Henders! Get back here now." Yelled a familiar voice... Mr Louisin. Cassie did what she was told, and I dragged along to have her back, you know, just in case. "These shorts are not a part of the dress code," grunted Mr Louisin, pointing at Cassie's new Forever 21 denims. "But sir," argued Cassie. "The booklet says 'Blue shorts and red blazer'. These are my blue shorts!" Mr Louisin frowned and stormed away, writing something in his booklet.

That's the end of chapter one, hope you liked it. This chapter was basically introducing Tia and her best friend Cassie, and of course, their principal, Mr Louisin. there's more characters coming, possibly in this chapter, it depends how much i can fit in. i'm not gonna tell you anything about who it is, okay? byyyeee, keep reading. (-:

Chapter 2

During art class, a boy came in. A kind and gentle-looking boy. His eyes, sad looking, yet shining and graceful, were glistening in the light shining through the windows. He had short blue hair, and was wearing a long jumper that looked two-sizes-too-big and was wearing shorts. A few boys had sneered at him, asking why he was wearing shorts on such a cold day. He just shrugged and said he didn't like jeans much. "Who's this? He looks... different... and weird." Whispered Cassie in my ear. "Shut up." I moaned quietly. "Sorr-ee!" Said Cassie, folding her arms and looking away from me. 

Let me just say something. That boy, he is - he is hot. Okay, it's weird. I know I only just met him, but he's gorgeous, okay? It kinda seems as if I know him, even though I have no idea why. Apparently he's very interested in art and loves writing creative stories, and he spends most of his time drawing fictional characters for his stories. He showed us a few rough sketches, and some really professional art.

"Wow," I breathed as I flicked through the pages of his sketchbook. "I wish you were here for the art competition." The boy looked at me, one eye covered by silky blue hair. "Oh, I'm not really interested in using my art pieces to compete, I just draw for the fun of it." Said the boy, putting his sketchbook away in his backpack. "What's your name?" I asked, trying to sound as polite as possible. "Jack. I am Jack, Jack Millers." "I am Tia. I love your sketches, by the way, Jack, they're amazing." How cheesy, oh my lord. Never should've said that. "Thanks! Well, I better get going to my next class. See you later, Tia!" Smiled the boy as he walked away.