It's 6:30 A.M. I have 15 minutes before my mom will bang on the door like she's the cops and yell for me to wake up. School starts at 7:30. I'm usually up anyway tho, reflecting on life. I wonder how school is gonna go.
*At School*
"Sheeennn! Please! I don't wanna be alone and bored tonight. You know that's the worst combination ever." Dakota, one of my best friends, was currently begging me to come over to his house tonight as we walked down the hall.
"Fine. I'll be over at six." "Thanks bestfriend," he said in the most annoyingly mushy voice ever. I laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Get to class." He gave me a goofy smile right before we hit the intersection and he went right while I took a left. After fighting my way through a huge crowd, I had finally made it there, to art class.
Art was the only subject I could stand. I didn't struggle in the other subjects or anything, it's that the others had so many rules you have to follow or else your answer will be incorrect. It's frustrating and I get bored easily. That's one of the main reasons why I love art so much, you can make up your own rules and do whatever you want, be spontaneous.
Today our medium was charcoal. I decided to draw the side profile of a woman with her head turned toward a honeysuckle. There was a variation of light and dark throughout it, I think this one of my favorite pieces yet. The rest of school dragged on.
2:00. I'm finally home. I let my bookbag slide fall off of my shoulder and down to my wrist, swinging on the couch. I went in the kitchen got some popcorn and made a chocolate milkshake before going up stairs and attempting to study for my biology test. It's been two hours, I've gotten nothing done. I can't take this I'm going to Dakota's early. It's not like I need to study anyway, my grades are decent enough. Once I was done repacking my bag I texted Dakota and told him I would be over soon and left.
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This is a really boring chapter and I'm sorry but the next one will be better. I promise.
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