I Want To Change The world

4

I continued working on my project I think this is one I'll put in an actual art competition that could eventually lead me to becoming a well known artist.

"Deidara" I glared at my painting then lifted my head.

"What" I asked Itachi who was still here for some reason.

"Is this where you paint the sets for the play?" He boredly asked.

I snorted "You're helping with the school play?"

"I need to, community service hours. So yes, is this where it happens?" I rolled my eyes.

"Why don't you look in the auditorium in the back room, that's where they design the sets" I said and dipped my paint brush in the dark blue paint.

"You're not helping with the sets?" He asked and walked over towards my table.

"I prefer to do my work alone, if they ask I'll help if not I'm not going to willingly volunteer" I said putting the finishing touches on my painted person.

"Guess you're just not a nice person" Itachi muttered while looking down at my painting.

"I don't have to prove myself to you. You should know first hand what a real asshole is after all you hang around Kisame all day" I hissed. I don't need to prove to him I'm a nice guy, I don't need to prove it to anyone because I know I am.

"That looks really good" Itachi said pointing to the person.

"Do you even know what it is?" I mean saying that looks good is one thing but actually understanding it is another.

"Yeah that" he pointed to the person "is a crying guy and that" he pointed to the guy painted in only purple and black "is probably a bully" he looked closer to it.

The whole painting was like a giant swirl I had the lockers warped the crying guy was on the ground his hands and body all deformed following the flow of the spiral. The bully was the only thing that wasn't completely warped in anyway, he was standing still and firm. While the world around the victim was falling apart.

"It looks really good and also that crying guy is probably" he looked at me and put his finger on the dry paint "you."

"It might be" I whispered I hadn't really thought about the crying guy that much. Maybe I drew him thinking about myself. The hair shape is similar.

Itachi might be the only one to see what this painting really is, but he can't understand it. He's not an outcast, he doesn't get pushed or made fun of. He's popular and everyone loves him.

"I guess maybe you do have an eye for art" I smiled at him.

"Right well I should go" he said backing away from the table.
I nodded my head and looked back at my painting. I lifted my head up when I knew he was near the exit and I watched him leave the room.
I shrugged my shoulders and continued my wonderful painting.

I quickly sat up from my hunched over position I was in while painting. I put the paint brush down. I don't know what time it is. But I don't. care. I'm done.

"I did it!" I shouted and looked at the clock. It was 5:20 I should text my mom and leave.

"Jesus don't shout like that" Mr. Senju shouted lifting his head from the desk. Was he sleeping?

"Mr. Senju what does this look like?" I said and lifted my completely full canvas.

He squinted his eyes "it looks like some swirls and maybe a person right there" he pointed to the guy standing.

I frowned a little he doesn't understand it? How come Itachi could. "Yeah look I'll explain it" I brought the painting closer. I pointed to the crying guy and the spiraled back ground.

He nodded his head understanding it all. "Oh I see, makes sense now I see it" he muttered.

I got my phone and texted my mom. She said she would be here in 15 minutes.
I washed my paint brush and pallet. I put the paint away and set the white paint on Mr. Senjus desk I wasn't going to stand on the counter again.

I said my goodbyes to Mr. Senju and grabbed my canvas. I looked at it with a smile the whole way down the hall. I walked to the front doors and stood by them. My oversized canvas in my arms.

"You finished it?" I jumped and turned around to see Itachi standing there.

"Yeah I did" I smiled "look" I showed it to him. I like that he understands my art I wonder if he'll understand any other pieces.

He looked at it closely and smirked "it looks good" he stated. I nodded my head eagerly it did look good.

"Looks like the game ended just in time" I almost growled at the voice. Kisame.

I turned around and glared at Kisame I held my art against my chest securely.

"What's that" he pointed to the painting.

"Art" I answered.

He rolled his eyes and grinned "like your last art work. Should we do the same to this one?" He asked taking steps closer to me. I took a step back every time he walked closer.

"Let's see what the great art geek made this time" Kisame reached his hands out.

I stepped back and felt my back hit something I looked up and stared at the same black eyes that saved me earlier.

"Back off Kisame leave him alone" Itachi said but honestly it sounded like he didn't care what happened to me.

I moved away from Itachi and looked out the schools glass doors. My moms car was pulling in.

I quickly ran past Kisame and out the doors, I smiled to my mom when I opened the back door and put my painting in. I closed the door and got into the passengers seat.

"Thanks mom" I said and turned towards the school, Itachi was staring at me. I felt my face heat up thank god he can't see me.

"No problem let's get home I'm making dinner" she put the car in gear and we left.