Benjamin and Charlotte: two best friends that have never left each others side. They've always been there for each other through everything. But when a boy on the football team catches Charlotte's attention, how long can their friendship last?
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Benny and I walked out of the cafeteria towards the art room. I could already feel the anticipation washing over me as I thought about our projects.
The theme for our projects this week is entitled "the demons within." We have to capture something in our art that depicts the emotions we feel but may never show.
Benny seemed to have an easy time coming up with something to do for his project. I, on the other hand, was struggling.
My life was pretty straightforward and simple. An only child, parents that are still together, a best friend by my side, I had it made. I was never one to bottle up my emotions, mainly because I always had someone to talk to about everything going on.
Benny, however, didn't have it so easy. One of three siblings, divorced parents, an unstable mother, and a house he has to take care of by himself. I was his only rock and although he talked to me about a lot, I knew he didn't tell me everything.
It made sense to me why this project came easy to Benny, but I was still a little jealous. I was always really good at art and could come up with ideas for various projects on a whim.
I glanced over at Benny. He was so absorbed in the project as he was working on it. I looked down at the blank paper in front of me, sighing. Without thinking, I placed my pencil in the middle of the sheet and started drawing.
Mr. Lindon’s voice pulled me out of my trance. There was only about 10 minutes left in class. I looked down at my paper, shocked at what I saw.
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“Wow, nice drawing,” Benny breathed next to me.
I looked at him and half-smiled. I was uncomfortable by my ability to have drawn what I drew. I had never felt like I had demons inside of me, but they had made themselves known.
“I’m so uncomfortable by what I just drew in there,” I told Benny as we walked out of class.
“We all have demons,” he remarked, “they make themselves known in odd times and at the most unusual places. But that’s how we know what they are.”
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“I’m already sick of this,” I looked over to Benny as I closed my locker.
“It’s only Wednesday.”
“I know,” I sighed. I really hated school. I loved the fall and everything that came along with it-except school.
“We’ll get through it, we always do,” Benny reassured. He felt the same way, he just didn’t show it. He hated letting people know what he was feeling and would rather have people think he was enjoying life than knowing he was broken.
I made my way down the rows of desks to my seat towards the back. The guy in the sunglasses looked my way as I was getting my notebooks ready for the new lesson.
I rolled my eyes and focused on the front of the room. “Why does he still wear those,” I thought to myself as Mr. Sanderson walked into the room to begin the lesson.
Today’s lesson was relatively short, so the whole class had 30 minutes to do anything we wanted. I pulled out my sketch pad and began a new piece.
Out of the corner of my eye I watched as two of the jocks in the class joined the guy two rows to my left. I ignored their presence and focused on my art.
“You know Wilde, you should try drawing the team sometime,” one of the boys remarked. I looked up from my sketch as he took off his sunglasses.
My breath caught in my throat as blue eyes bore into mine. The bell rang, snapping me out of my daze. As he stood up, he smirked and winked at me before placing the sunglasses back on his face.
Parker Knight is in my math class. Parker Knight sits two rows to the left of me. Parker Knight is on the football team. Parker Knight is off limits. Parker Knight needs to get out of my head.
