No Better Heaven Than You.

Entitlement

"If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive. " – Audre Lorde.

A U G U S T 5th•

A I R I O A N N A•

"Is it just me or is it always boiling when August hits?" Looking away from my sketch book, I grinned shaking my head at my classmate. Today was the last time we'd see our teacher before moving on for the year, and I felt refreshed and anew. I aced my final presentation for the last semester, and now she was cranking things up a notch. This was more than a makeup class, it was an art class.

Makeup was art.

"It's Texas, it's scorching everyday." I inquired, finishing my sketch. Setting my makeup down, I stretched my arms above my head with a heavy yawn.

"True, but damn it's boiling. I hate that the A/c is broken, I mean this is a makeup class, that shit is going to drop right off the paper." She frowned jutting her finger in the direction of my sketches.

"It'll be fine, she's running late so at least we had more time to finish our warm up. But then again the point is for us to work under pressure, and still do something more than presentable." I pipped, glancing at her rushed sketch and sloppy makeup technique. Looking away when she looked at me, I eyed the board re-reading the warm up written across the board.

Make a completion of 3 or more detailed sketches, but using makeup only!  You have 25 minutes to complete this, choose wisely!"

Fortunately for many of us present, traffic was thick this morning and our teacher would be about 45 minutes late. Some people were still working, some people had finished and took there time, while others...like my desk mate, just kind of threw something together from the looks of it.

"You know I used to watch you on YouTube. It's crazy that you're here next to me right now and we're in the same class. It makes me feel like we're on the same level or something!" She laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder and popping her gum. Laughing uncomfortably, I turned my attention to the door as it exploded open revealing our disheveled teacher.

"I'm here, sorry for the wait!" She panted, dropping her bags and a container on her desk. A few more minutes of her getting situated and getting comfortable she sat and took some deep breaths.

"Good Morning?" I offered, making eye contact with her as she rolled her eyes and took a long swig from her cup of orange juice. Sighing she rubbed her eyes, and finally twisted to face us.

"Is everyone done with the warm up? If so have it laid out on your desk, so I can walk by and check it easily. Don't stack your papers unless you want to risk smearing." At that groans hit my eardrums, while I just pulled my phone out and texted Tray back. He was up editing a few videos for his channel, some challenges, pranks and announcements he had set up apparently. It wasn't fairly early anymore, it was about 9:45 am now. So I wasn't shocked he was up and awake. I was actually proud of not being envious of him. My Chanel has fallen off due to my personal life and it's issues, as well as school. But what was more important to me?

The videos and content would have to come later, and when it did I'd have a lot to say/give.

It's been a few days since the whole blow out at my Mom's party, so I haven't really been talking to the girls much-especially Carmen- and as a result my brothers have been keeping there distance as well.

I just wanted things to be chill for once.

I still haven't been able to go home, retrieve my fathers ashes or even visit the damn crime scene. I've gotten zero information about any possible progress or anything comforting. Just a bunch of dead ends and possibilities. Don't think shit has been perfect with Tray and I either.