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sketch book

a/n hello and welcome to the first chapter of sketch book

~author pov~

'up! up! up!' madison mumbled to herself as she drew a new picture, this time of a skull smiling. 'no, no! that line should be curved!' she thought to herself. the time ticked by and 15 minutes later she had finished, just in time for the first bell to ring.

maddie's first two classes, english and math, went by pretty fast, so she heads to her dance class which is third period. as she's walking she heard her best friend, jennie, call out to her.

"Hey! maddie!" Jennie ran over to maddie with a boy next to her.

'great, another boyfriend,' maddie thought upon seeing the boy.

"so this is the new kid, he's just starting today." 'that makes sense'

"what's his name?"

"matthew. i was volunteered to show him around the school."

"ok. well i have to go to dance now so bye bitch, love you bitch."

"Bai hoe, love ya hoe," jennie started walking away before turning around to yell, "he's in your art class by the way!"

"got it!"

~time skip to 5th period (art class)~

~matthew pov~

i walked into the class that jennie instructed me to go to. i saw the girl from earlier (maddie i believe her name was)

"hello maddie."

"wah- oh hi matthew. how's your first day so far"

"i'm tired from the time zone difference."

"really, where are you from? I feel like I've heard that accent before."

"ireland {i am too matthew}"

"cool, anyway we should probably get on with the class. no one sits next to me so i guess you can sit there and i'll help you." she started getting out her sketchbook and pointed at a seat, which i assumed i would sit in.

she then dropped her sketchbook, which i picked up for her aas she had her hands full. i started looking through and seeing some... disturbing pictures to say the least. "what even..."

"i swear i am just a deranged artist not a serial killer." i'm not sure how much i believe that.

the page the book is open to has a very detailed picture of a bloodied girl holding a knife over a dead body. 'not a serial killer' isn't a very compelling argument in this case.

she quickly took her book back and opened to a new page, getting ready for the class. "why do you draw like that though?"

"i get enough of that question at home," she answered while getting out water color paints.

"ok then." and with that the conversation ended.

through the class we did watercolor landscapes, which wasn't too hard, considering i've been in art class since i was in third grade back in ireland.

after class i had my history class, which was with jennie and maddie. the teacher told me to sit next to maddie, and for the whole class period she did nothing but draw in her sketchbook.

"won't you get in trouble?" i finally asked after 10 minutes of note-taking, which she didn't do.

"for what?"

"drawing in class." she quickly closed her sketchbook and glared at me, her eyes telling me not to acknowledge her drawings- ever.

after school i didn't go straight home, as jennie invited me to go somewhere with her after school.

jennie and maddie both took me to the nearby mall, not for shopping necessarily but just to go to the food court.

"so maddie told me you keep questioning her about her sketches?" jennie asked me as soon as maddie got up to go to the bathroom.

"uh-huh- yeah kinda."

"she probably came off as really rude about it didn't she?"

"yeah," i started, quickly adding, "but she had every right to, i didn't mean to look through her stuff. it was just opened and i was picking it-"

"i don't care. i'm just suggesting that you beware of her when talking about her drawings, especially if you to get really close as friends. she can be a terrifying person and i don't suggest you try to get her to talk about it." without another word jennie got up and left the mall, leaving me alone until maddie came back.

"where's jennie?'

hesitantly i answered, "she..left."

~matthew pov~

my first few weeks of school were fairly normal, besides the odd warning jennie gave me. i haven't asked about the sketchbook but me and maddie have gotten a lot closer since i first moved. i still don't have that many friends, as i am an introvert, but jennie, maddie and jax are all i really need as friends.

jax is the only friend i made on my own, and that's not even entirely true. we got assigned in a group project together for science and became friends through that.

maddie's sketches have only gotten more disturbing, at least the ones i see as she flips for a new page every day for our drawing and painting class. there's drawings of people having been shot through the heart, blood dripping from the chest and the bullet hole showing inside the body. everyday though, it seemed as if she changed sketchbooks, as the pictures within varied and i never saw the same one twice. sometimes this lead me to believe i was insane and didn't actually see anything, but then i remember the warning and maddie's face when i asked her about the drawings.

today maddie, jennie, jax, and i decided to go to the mall together. we all arrived around the agreed time, 9am. maddie had coffee and jennie had a green tea, since they spent the night they had gotten their drinks together.

we went to a clothing store first, well jennie dragged everyone in after her. jennie and jax both tried on clothes and bought what they said was 'important.'

we went to a video game store next, well this time maddie dragged us. this time though maddie and i were the ones who were fawning over different items.

upon jax's turn to pick a store he chose a candy store, and practically bought everything claiming it 'wasn't to much money.'

i saw a art store on the way to the candy shop and decided we should go there next. i bought several new graphite pencils along with two new sketchbooks and a set of watercolor pencils. when i looked over at maddie i saw that she had grabbed double what i got with extra, including but definitely not limited to- watercolor paints, a large canvas, and charcoal pencils.

"you have to be rich to afford all of that!" i exclaimed looking at the bags of stuff the other had bought compared to the few bags i had.

"my dad owns a string of private and public school, we attend one of the private ones and jennie is the second child of her mom's company," maddie explained

"my dad own a car manufacture and a string o repair shops," jax finished.

"how am i friends with you guys."

"it's simple, we are the least bitchy rich people at the school." jennie laughs at the way maddie explains, and jax and i soon find ourselves laughing, too.

a/n: hope that was enjoyable