Beauty On The Inside

Art class

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                       I was glad that yesterday after the bus was okay. Nobody else said anything after that. So i hoped was going to be better. Nobody sai anything on the bus today either. But when i thought today was actually going to be a good day, Angeline and her possy walked in to art class. When the bell rung we all sat in our seats.

              " What a dork" said Carissa with a smile.

              As i said, Carissa is Angelines bestfriend.she transfered here two years ago. she saw how popular Angeline was so she decided to become like her. Thats how they are bestfriends. Its also why she does and copies everything Angeline does. The thing that really bothers me is that Carissa didnt even know me but when she became friends with Angeline she said and did the meanest things to me like ANg. She doesnt know about me at all, and yet she talks about me like she knows everything. When i saw the look on her face yesterday when Angeline said something about my dad i knew she didnt know about him being dead.

              "Goodmorning class, today you are going to draw a picture of your favorite animal, then your going to paint it. Dont get to messy people. You can get started now." said the art teacher Mrs. Artrip

               I got my paper and pencil and started drawing. I drew a Black Panther. It turned out to be really good! I went to go get some paint for my panther. I got black, red, and green paint.The green was for the eyes, the black was for the body of the panther, and the red was for the outline.

               When i was almost done painting the panther, Angeline and her possy came over and sat down next to me.

               "what is that ugly thing?" she asked.

               "Its not ugly. Its a furocious black panther and its one of the greatest..." i said before she cut me off.

               " I really dont care. Its the ugliest thing i have ever seen. Here, let me fix it for you"

               She grabbed my and i tried to take it from her but Carissa pushed me back before i could get it.

               "Give it back you guys, its not funny!" i said alittle scared.

               "What are you going to do about it, little girl. Just stay there and do nothing like you have done your whole life" said Angeline.

               i just stood there, hoping they wouldnt really do anything,but i bet they would. I dont get them. One day they would leave me alone then the next they would terrorize me as much as they could.

             They both picked up a paint brush and dipped them in yellow and orange paint.

             "No ,please,dont!" i yelled

              I knew they would do it. They were mean girls who wanted attention, and they got their attention because everyone in class was looking and staring at us.

              "Lets do it" said carissa looking at me with a smile.

              Next thing i knew they  colored all over my panther who was now an orange panther with yellow dots everywhere.

              "now that your panther looks better, how can we make you better, like in the gross area?"said Angeline " Oh wait, i know."

               She grabbed the blue bucket of paint and looked at Carissa and they both smiled at me. They came over to me and held the bucket over me.

               "Dont!" i said

                They looked at each other and then at me. Then they tilted the bucket all the way over and all of the blue paint pored down all over me.

              "I cant believe you two just did that!" i yelled crying " You guys go back to where ever you came from. Stay away from me and stay out of my life! ihate you and nothing will ever change that!"

              Everyone was laughing at me including the two who did this to me. I ran out of class crying. I ran all the way to the bathroom to the sink.  I turned the water on and scrubbed my head as hard as i could but nothing came out. All i could do now was sit there and cry. So, thats what i did. I climbed in the stall and sat there crying and crying.