Rules Of Living.

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3: Am I Art or Am I Art?

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"Aria could you hurry up you have to be on time, you're hosting the damn thing." I sigh in frustration as I finish painting the last few strokes on the remaining skin showing. I'm wearing a white tank top with white jeans on which I had painted yesterday night with my sister and aunt. The rest of my face, my arms and my feet are covered with paint.

You can say I'm a living walking piece of art, literally. I just finished painting The Starry Night by Vince my man all over my body, face and clothes. One of my favourite works in the history of art.

I open the door to see my sister dressed up as superwoman. So original, I think I died.

"I can hear you, you know." Oops guess I said the last part out loud.

"Oh go eat kryptonite superhoe." I retort passing by Val and running down the stairs as I hear Val behind me.

"Im not superman Val, kryptonite doesnt kill me." She says in the most obnoxious tone making me stop half way down the stairs making her bump into me. I stare up at her with my -are you serious?- face.

"Are you sure?? because with that moustache you look like a man to me." I pat myself on the back mentally for coming up with that one. Val gasps and shoves me making me tumble down the stairs on my butt.

"I will murder you with a butter knife so that your death will be agonizing and slow." I say every word slowly to get my message through Vals head as she runs down apologising. I get up and shake my head to try and clear out the haziness.

I reach the car and slide in with Val sliding in next to me. We stay silent throwing a sarcastic remark at each other every once in a while.

I enter the gymnasium of the school and see a large crowd of kids gathered with songs playing in the background. I run up to the stage, tapping the mike I clear my throat to gain the attention of everyone.

"Lets keep it simple. You dance, you enjoy, you eat and drink and I get done with my punishment for talking back to Mrs. Monroe, just don't spike the drinks.... at least not while the teachers watch. Thank you for your time." The crowd screams in excitement and I get off the stage.

Well my jobs done, that was easy. I shrug and move to sit on one of the tables unfortunately there was a guy sitting there but when I clear my throat he quickly gets up and scurries away. Ouch, I'm not that scary. I was just gonna ask him if I could sit here. Okay thats a lie I was about to tell him to get lost. He was a smart kid to do it before I asked.

I watch the entrance of the gymnasium while my sister scurries off with her friends to dance and probably drink alcohol by mixing it in the punch.

The doors open and what I see almost makes me fall from my seat and thats saying something. This guy whom I couldn't recognise enters dressed up as 'The Scream' by Edvard Munch. He has the whole gown with the shoes. He's wearing a bald cap, his make up to make his lips look pale and shaved off eyebrows are done to perfection.

Whoever he is did a damn well good job. I stare at him in awe.

You know how they say if you stare at one person for too long they can sense your gaze. I guess my creep stare was a give away to the guy dressed as scream because he looks up and his eyes meet mine.