What's The Point (gmw fanfiction)

Girl Meets Art Exhibit

Rhiannon's POV

I'm sitting in the art classroom, waiting for the class to start. It is one of the more relaxing classes. But truth be told, I'm not that interested in art right now, at least not the way I used to. Although it is undeniable I'm much more artistic than Riley, nobody pays attention to that. 

Farkle walks in, wearing a bath robe and I immediately look away, not wanting to see any more. Soon, I hear everyone sigh in relief and look over to see that Farkle is luckily wearing a tank top and tights underneath the robe. 

"Why aren't we drawing Lucas?" my naive older twin sister pipes up. Of course she would say something like that. Why wouldn't she when she lives in a cloud of happiness where everyone loves her and everything is going perfect?

Ms. Kossal looks at Lucas. "Because nobody looks like that." She walks over to Farkle. "Get used to this. Get used to this right now."

Honestly, I have no idea what everyone sees in Lucas. Sure, he is quite attractive, even I have to admit as much. But so are many other people. What's the big deal? I cannot imagine myself ever looking at Lucas without thinking back to how he used me to make sure of his position with Riley and the way he looks at my sister. I cannot imagine ever being able to like him in the slightest. 

I recognize when someone likes Riley so much more than me, which is basically all the time. That has been my whole life. 

I stop listening for the rest of the class, I'm definitely not interested in drawing Farkle. I make a detailed drawing of a mountain brook, with light reflecting on its surface and everything. I don't know why, I just feel like drawing something soothing. Let's just hope nobody notices I'm not doing what I'm supposed to. But why should they? I never do what I'm supposed to do in these classes and so far I have never gotten  into trouble for it. 

Unfortunately, I fail to notice when Ms. Kossal starts to walk through the classroom, checking everyone's works. I only realize this when she stops next to me and looks at my picture. 

"Although I'm not sure how this is related to Farkle in any way, I have to say I appreciate your style of drawing. It is kinda perfect," she states after being quiet for about a minute, not knowing what to say to me. 

I now that my style of drawing is really great. At the moment I'm only focused on gymnastics more than anything, but it wasn't always like that. In the past, I was pretty much obsessed with trying to be perfect.My art is one of the many things I tried and managed to perfect. 

"Would you be interested in painting something for the upcoming school art exhibit?" she suggests. 

I only shrug my shoulders. "Sure, why not." I mean, it's not like anything bad can come out of that. And finally, at least someone noticed that I'm actually good at something. 

During Gym class

Once I have changed into my gym clothes, I enter the gymnasium. And the first thing I see is a balance beam in the middle. I cannot help the excitement that rushes through me. We're going to use balance beam today? I love everything about gymnastics and I practice various disciplines, but if I had to choose my favorite, it would definitely be the balance beam. I immediately come closer and trail my hand along the familiar smooth surface of it, looking forward to this lesson. 

I snap back into reality when I hear the coach's voice close to me, "Do you even know how to use on of those? And sorry to disappoint you, but you're going to have to wait for your turn." Yeah, he doesn't like me very much. Most teachers here don't. Probably because I don't really care about any of their classes. Though I still try hard enough to be among the top students in each of them. Okay, it seems the struggle to be perfect still hasn't left me entirely. Something in me apparently still hopes it will somehow work. Except that I know it won't.