I Want To Change The world

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The students started to fill the room and I sat at my table alone doing my work just how I like it. My table is actually just two slightly larger than usual desks pushed together everyone else sits at actual tables with other people, its a pretty full class.

But its also filled with everyone I do not like, they needed this class to graduate I need this class to stay sane in this insane school. I can't handle sitting in English class then Science then History then Math and not have at least one thing to make me calm.

I decided against starting some sort of fight today just because I actually want to start a new project. My clay birds are getting old and I need new art, I need art that will change the world that will make people remember my name and what my art stands for. My art will start with an explosion and that will just set the course for whatever I have in store.

I started pulling apart the clay and sculpting it, I was making a sculpture of birds sitting on tree branches and some flying but I have attach those to the tree branches so it looks like they're flying to some degree, I guess I could just make a little set but like I said I don't want to. I want to work on my painting skills, I'm feeling inspired.

"Hey blonde boy!" I heard a annoying noise but didn't acknowledge it, it was the voice of someone who can't understand true art, or anything for that matter. I don't have the patience for stupidity I already have Tobi and Hidan I don't need to be around anymore dumb.

"Blonde. Guy. Blondie" The voice was just haunting me, its like its there but I can't see the owner of it, the voice of an annoying ghost.

"Deidara" A cool low voice called my name. My eye twitched with annoyance I looked up and glared. Itachi that little stick up his ass jerk.

Itachi Uchiha I think he knows I like him, he's the only one I ever listen to and it's all my fault.

"What are you making over there blondie?" Kisame annoyingly asked. The ghost has been revealed, if only he would disappear again.

"Art" Was my answer, the only reasonable answer too we are in art class. Fucking shark looking guy with the dumb eye contacts he wears, he wears ugly stupid fish looking eye contacts who knows why. Maybe to get girls, does that even work? Who knows.

"That doesn't look like art, looks like a grey pile of shit" He said a couple brainless idiots laughed, absolutely incredible. The stupidity is practically radiating off them.

"You're too stupid to comprehend the shape of this 'grey shit.' You are an idiot" I looked back down at my work, I don't have time for this.

Kisame quickly stood up from his chair knocking it over with a loud bang, I looked up just in time to move out of my seat and step back as Kisame reached out to grab my shirt. Shit that was close, I almost lost my head to an over heated hulk with weird eye contacts.

Kisame grabbed the closest thing he could find, my clay project. He aggressively picked up the tree causing a few already dry birds to fall of it.
"Stop it!" I shouted, I grabbed his arm as he raised the tree in the air, he pushed me away I stumbled backwards tripping over my chair and falling on to my back, my head hitting the ground the same time as my clay tree breaking it into pieces.

I felt like I was going to cry, I spent 2 weeks working on that Project I was going to send it to some dumb junior art project for teenagers my age. It wasn't good enough for an actual art show but it wasn't awful.

I quickly stood up and glared at Kisame the giant asshole I can't stand anyone in this school! They're all too dumb to look at more than one perspective they have no creativity, I am nothing like the people in this school, I stick out like a sore thumb. I lack everything they have and they lack everything I have. They have closed minds and that is why they will never get out of this town.

Tears were building up in my eyes I'm just so frustrated. I kicked the stupid chair I fell over and stormed out of the classroom. Why can't I just have a nice quiet class with people who actually like art at least a little. I hate that the jocks of this school have to take one year of art class and they're done but I have to take gym all year every year. I hate that no one in this school appreciates anything and the teachers just sit back and watch as the jocks run the school doing whatever they want.

I just want something to change, I just want to help start that change, I know I can do something great with my art. I know I can. It's my dream, I want to change the world with my art even if its one person at a time.