Straight To The Inferno

Chapter II.

At the threshold Tony inhaled the refreshing morning air and sighed in boredom after gazing at the same row of suburban houses over and over again that lined his street . He then zipped his jacket halfway and put on his ear-pads and smoothed his hair flawlessly .
He never leaved home without taking his moto-bike out of the garage , he pulled out a key from his pocket and shoved it in hole-key and twisted once , the garage opened up obediently creaking its way to the top , a black Harley Davidson appeared elegantly , it was the dearest thing to Tony ,he got it from his father , he passed it down to him ,he spent more time with it than staying at home , he handle it carefully and smoothly , after moments of finishing the final routine , he road his way to school which somehow felt hell-like to him . Spending time stooping on a desk or a table would not find a way to him , he never wanted to bother himself doing such a source of boredom thing .
When Tony arrived to the parking lot , he removed his black casque from his head and then it hit him to the core , he hated being there or even noticing the writing which read ASUCHE OF FINE ART , he lowered his gaze intentionally , for he hated this name , it was not his thing eventually .
In front of him appeared a large stripped building painted in harmony of bright colores , Blue , White , Yellow , and a couple splashes of Indigo , it was Art school in all means , The gate to the interior was hiding by a huge sculpture made of bronze and looked brilliant due to sun that touched it occasionally .

He crept forward lifelessly and his eyes looked puffy , he stretched his hand forward and forcefully opened the door and walked wandering and gazing at a huge surface filled with voices , people argue , laugh , cries all over the place , the sound made him drew a grimace of irritation and his shoulders sinked down as if he was carrying a huge burden upon his weak skinny shoulders .
Yet this feeling vanished spontaneously when his eyes spotted down a familiar and joyful face , his hand rose freely skyward and his mouth opened up in joy " Hey , Mark over here buddy"
In the other side of the crowd a young man replied enthusiastically " What's up DUDE !! "
Without realizing Tony  found himself penetrating his way through the other students , sliding and pivoting freely in a flawless motion .
Their hands clapped together producing a faint humming that seemed to circulate the whole surface for a second .
" tough night again , Huh " Mark said while punching lightly on Tony' left shoulder as if showing some kind of support for his friend , then Tony looked in his eyes and gave him a partly genuine smile but real friends can easily decode and distinguish right geste from wrong .
Eventually He said as if declaring his already known news of not being or feeling neither good or bad , same tape rolling over and over again " I cannot stand one more day in this awful place man " dropping his jaw mimicking the weight of the words , " You are just giving yourself a useless task to solve , take it slow , bro , you know what ?!! " Mark said raising his eyebrows enthusiastically , a faint smile started to creep upon his face " tell me something that I don't already know about you and your News " stressing on the last word sarcastically .

Suddenly Mark touched his right shoulder and smirked in a manner that splashed some doubt on his colleague , " Trust me , you will see , soon " Tony was pulled out from his thoughts to reality by this words and replied " Oh , there is Something , it smells kind of fishy based on your weird expressions " his voice sounded sarcastically .
" See you after J. " Mark continued chuckling when he noticed his classroom "Art is calling "
Tony replied eagerly while staring at Mark vanishing to the class " you have to Prove it , see ya " and he raised his hand waving a two fingers sign as a code that brought them peace .
Tony turned slowly to go to attend his first class , he hated the feeling of walking alone in the crowded corridors , Tony sometimes caught a myriad of students starring at him as if he owe them something precious but in reality he Did not , He always wondered and questioned himself why do strangers gaze deeply at each other , "do they hate me or something , I can't believe that I have to deal with these too" he cursed underneath his breath , his dark wide eyes always scanned the marble floor maybe afraid of encountering somebody' devilish look , sometimes he thought that his clothes or face features reflected something egregious about his inner soul , this is a vast pool to be swimming in alone , as he kept walking straight to his classroom , he recalled that he needed to go to his locker and take out some painting tools , their teacher Ms. Jessica green insisted on them, for , this session students needed to apply what they have learnt during this whole semester , and paint a portrait of a very known celebrity from the 60' .
Tony rushed to his locker in utter silence and turned to check if someone glancing over his shoulder , he entered the combination 6991 , it contained a sketch book , a small mirror , a palette , and a couple of brushes , he took everything out but the mirror and headed back to his classroom .
At the door of the class Ms. green stood there elegantly looking much more younger and beautiful , her blonde hair rested on her shoulders effortlessly , by the way she dressed everyone Could tell that she Has something to do with Art , she was quite fashionable , when Tony got closer to her , he thought about sneaking to the class without encountering her but how , eventually she would spot him during class . So there is no need to run away , his stream of useless Ideas stopped when he heard her voice , she seemed to be a lot enthusiastic Today.
"Hey Tony , Are you ready for today" he raised his hand and started to scratch his forehead thinking about the quantity of work that he need to do , he replied reluctantly "Uh.....yeah of course , that is why I'm here for I guess" , she then gave him a look of surprise and excitement at the same time "well good luck with that , by the way How is Sasha" .
He always hated to be asked this kind of questions , he wished he could say something about this , unfortunately he could not , "such a stupid question , do you need to ask me that everyday you see me , and plus you just talked to her yesterday on the phone". He shook away his anger and replied plainly "she is fine" . He then gave a fake smile and moved forward to his usual place .
in the classroom students created a huge circle , everyone knew his position , Tony sat closer to a window imagining big things for his future , he wanted to be someone after all , but He always recalled what his father told him earlier  about ART and this kind of stuff .
Yet Tony wanted to prove his dad wrong sooner or later .

"Alright guys , Today is very important to you and I need to spot progress in your paintings , Please don't let me down". Ms green began clapping , she thought that her students looked sleepy and tired , she laughed lightly and moved back to her desk , students at that moment were half-excited , half-terrified , they did not know what to expect from Ms. green .
She pulled out a remote control from the drawer , and brought the data-show to life .
Suddenly a loud commotion circulated in the classroom due to the scene that they had witnessed in front of them now , It was a sheer miracle for them to mimic it , jaws had been dropped effortlessly , "but how ?!", students felt weary even before they began drawing .