The school was normal. My casual day; being dead silent throughout all my classes, eating lunch alone, drowning myself from the world with music half of the day, you know the usual. You're probably thinking my day is what you would call the worst day ever but it was a good day, well expect from biology boy.
I don't understand the common goal of him. What could he possibly achieve by working with me? Like I guess I'm considered smart or whatever but why is he being an ass about me doing all the work and he doesn't have to lift a finger, that would be a dream for most. I also don't why he has he is just, I can't place my finger on it, stubborn. He is 6'2, brown hair, blue eyes, and dresses like anyone else. There isn't anything special, he is climbing up the shit latter that is placed in our school. He's on the football team, he talks to half the stuck up cheerleaders so I don't understand why is being stubborn about this? He has me baffled. For now, my solution is to ignore what I can until I can't anymore and that I exactly what I'm going to do, paint my problems away.
I have never been one to express my feeling to anyone, nor have been the one to have someone to share them with. Painting was my way to express the way I think I feel and the way I see the world. It's taking my thoughts and my emotions and putting them on a canvas, using colors. What more could you want, it's my stress reliever and I guess, the way I connect myself to the world around me since I can't do that on my own. I use painting as my way to see what people are so hyped about, I still haven't been able to find it yet but it's a fun side hobby and journal so I'll take it.
I approach my house, digging out my key from my pocket and I unlock the door, pulling the key back out once it is open. I walk in, throwing the keys onto the counter. I've always hated this house. Yes it was my home, alone but I didn't like it, I felt weird? It gave my uneasy feeling, I could never put my finger on what it was. The walls were plastered this bright white, hardwood floors. I didn't have any furniture in here expect two kitchen stools and a small love seat that sits in the living room along with a small tv. I barley spent my time up here but every once and a while I say on the couch and watched friends or some Netflix show and eat ice cream. Those were on the days I had to go into work for the whole day and couldn't be bothered to paint. However, the house was just empty. Two rooms sat on the main floor and my bedroom in the basement. You're probably wondering why I'm in the basement, that the only place I have felt okay? It was my little space, just a little nook with a bathroom and a mini-fridge. If I wanted, I could stay down there for days, that was my mini home.
I ignore the uneasy feeling that was settled in my stomach and I go to the fridge, pulling out a blue ago. The best kind and I will fight you on that. I then open the basement door and I make my way downstairs, to my hella messy room. Will I clean it any time soon? no. It's not that I don't want an organized clean room, it's just easier this way. All my shit is visible and I can see things better and for me, it just works better that way. Now that the feeling was gone from my system, I lay my bag on the bed, slipping off my sweat pants and grabbing a pair of spandex shorts. I then, of course, I throw the sweats on the floor, like always. I walk over to my paint area and I slip off my shirt and bra and I change into my painting tee-shirt. It had a racecar on the front, it was an older shirt with a big piece of fabric missing at the shoulder. I found it at the *thrift store and it's is now my famous paint shirt. I reach over to my bed and I pull out my phone from my bag and I turn on Spotify and I just start painting. Something simple like a night sky but yet, it masked what I was feeling right now. Empty.
*Incoming message from Jaden- smiley face*
"ugg" I mumble. My hands were full of paint. I couldn't get the effect I wanted so I used my hands, you gotta do what you gotta do. However, now my hands look like batman. The painting is nice, I'm not done but I still like it so far. I make the decision to ignore Jaden. He doesn't need anything important or he would c-
*Incoming Facetime call from Jaden- smiley face*
damn smiley face.
"what? I huff, now answering his call with my elbow, luckily my phone was already propped up to the wall and small little lamp I have turned on. The lamp does wonders when it is on, I found it a few minutes ago, I didn't even know I had it but it shines a bright white and fills the room, jackpot.
When he doesn't answer, instead looks at me with a curious smirk, I flip him off and I go back to painting my masterpiece. Ahahah who am I kidding, my shit show.
"what are you doing?" he asks. I just shrug. "what do you want?" I ask, now changing the subject.
"Seeing as it is the first day of Senior year and there is a load of parties, I wanted to work on this project," he says. I'm not even going to lie, I zoned him out ever since he asked what I was doing. I have no time for that.
I don't hear his voice for a while, maybe for two minutes or so. I let out a sigh and I look over to my phone, he is just staring at me like I'm some prizes piece at a museum. "I'm not some fucking dinosaur. what?"
He just laughs, what is in this boy, and laughing. "I'll be over in five," he says. I just roll my eyes knowing he isn't actually showing up. There is no way in hell biology boy knows where I lived.
"bye, shit head" and with that, he hangs up the phone, laughing at himself again. Now, back to my piece and quiet. Back to my own little world.
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"Hello?" I heard the door creak open but I ignored it, I thought it was the wind or something but your shitty me right. He actually showed up?
oh, biology boy.
a/n: not even kidding. I was looking for a shirt that resembled the racecar shirt so I could get a picture of my head and I got distracted and ended up with 50 dollar worth of stuff in the cart at Romwe....... I found cute dino swimsuit and I'm low-key in love with it btw.lmao

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