when dreams come true

chapter 4 || an invitation

A/N:

yay! an update! hope you enjoy.

beautiful cover on the side made by @lightblue08

Unedited. Point out mistakes.

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To my horrific surprise, the bell rang way too early. Or maybe I just hadn't realised the time go by while I was cooped up in the bathroom stall blogging on tumblr mobile to cheer myself up. ( I got a good amount of laughs, but.. well, it's tumblr. The addiction is real.)

Hastily, I scrambled up from the toilet seat and burst out of the stall, door slamming hard against the wall. A girl who seemed like a freshman gave me a shocked look; she looked quite taken aback. I couldn't blame her. I gave her an embarrassed smile and quickly fixing my hair and straightening my clothes, I fled out the door.

By the time I returned to the Art class, about 3 students were left inside, packing their things and leaving. I cursed silently. Thankfully, he wasn't one of them. I cautiously stepped into the room with regret filling up inside me. Damn you tumblr.

Ms. Hilary appeared to be ready to berate me, but upon seeing my guilt-ridden expression, she calmed down slightly. Just slightly. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but she spoke before I could.

"Ashley, you've never missed an entire lesson. Everybody has completed their tasks. Now, I know you had an emergency, whatever it was that was so urgent, but I don't appreciate the fact that you didn't return to class," she cut me off as I tried to speak again, "No, I know you must indeed have a reason, but I don't feel like dealing with it right now. I'll let you go this once, but I need the task completed by tomorrow. Submit it to me first thing in the morning. Understood, darling?"

I nodded my head glumly. Muttering out one last apology, I escaped the classroom. Sighing, I trudged towards my locker, feeling absolutely terrible. I don't have enough time at home, but I'm going to have to manage this. Pulling out my schedule, I recalled that this is the last lesson, and that it's free. I can't paint in the common room because of the noise, but I can complete the rest of the homework. A small smile touched my lips, and swinging my bag over my shoulder, I walked towards the room.

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I should've known the room would be representing an accurate image of hell. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but seriously, the sight before me was extremely unpleasant. This room did not look like a part of the school. It took all I had to keep my jaw from dropping as I watched as the large amount of senior boys and a handful of senior girls whooped and hollered and played. They were playing a lot of things: catch, foosball, dodgeball, paper fights, and of course, tonsil tennis. Yeah, I'm sure you know what I mean. Some were sleeping on the couches, some were desperately trying to study in the corners (and failing), and some were just chilling, leaning against the walls. I noticed a friend, Lilly, amongst the last category.

Slowly, I waded through the excessive amount of students towards Lilly. I had to step over various body parts of children and dodge the occasional elbow and leg poking from all sides. Wrinkling my nose, I came into her view. Instantly, she started beaming. Then she proceeded to grab my arm and pull me away from the throng of people. People. Ew.

"Oh my god, you have no idea how hard it has been for me to survive in this place. It's hell, I swear. Where are the teachers when you need them?" Lilly said, annoyed. Huh, that's what I said. Hell, indeed.

"For real though, where are those dreaded teachers when you actually need them around?" I ask, repeating her question as I let my eyes survey the room. I never realised there were that many seniors. Almost all the seniors seem to be free right now, and have gathered here. There's only a few girls, because Home Eco lasts for two lessons, and the majority of them have taken it. The school doesn't let students leave the building until the final bell rings, even if they're free in the lesson prior to home time.