The Painting

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Junior Year

Siting in class bored out of my mind. Teacher talking about something that I don't understand and most likely won't remember by tomorrow. I need to get out of here before I drop dead. I raise my hand.

"Mr. G, can I go to the bathroom?"

"Is it an emergency, because I'm going over the notes that you need to know for your history test tomorrow." He said looking at me suspiciously.

"Well I'm pretty sure that you don't want me pissing myself in your classroom right? So yes it is an emergency" I say as the whole class starts to giggle at my remark.

"Yeah fine go but don't be to long Alexis and I mean that."

"Yes daddy" I say with a smile as I leave the room and I can hear the class laughing again. Man dude I crack myself up sometimes. I walk though the hallway looking at all of the art work and I see this one painting. It so...beautiful words can't describe, I'm not a art person I draw every now and then but it mostly when I'm bored but this painting is like oh my god. I wonder who painted this? Joy summers. What I name. A teacher walks out of his class room and tells me to go back to class. Might as well get back to class before I get in trouble really don't need that. Ive been suspended at least 6 times.

I walk back into class and sit back down and start writing the notes that are on the bored.

"Joy Summers can you please come up" I look back, Joy Summers the painting! The girl that did the painting, I didn't know she was in my class. I turn around and I see her...she's on the heavier side and she has long frizzy blonde hair and really big out of fashion glasses. I watch her go out as she has her head down as she walks through the desks to get to the front. I look back down finishing my notes as she's talking to the teacher, I look up as she is heading back to her desk all the way in the back. I notice that no one sits around her so I get up and move to the desk next to her.

"Hi, my name is Alexis." I say sticking my hand out hoping she will accept it.

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