A Blanked Out Canvas

an unfortunate outburst

Author's Note::

I feel like I need to say this. This is not one of those makeout books where the characters simply fall in love after one encounter so dont expect that.The first chapters actually build on the feelings and situations of the characters and not what's going on in their pants. Just felt like I needed to say that. But come on guys give it a chance. There's more to life than the nerd who falls in love with Mr. Popular/Werewolf.

Enjoy.

I turned my head trying to make out the picture in front of me.

"You figured it out yet?" my perky tour guide asked me, her blond hair bobbing as she talked. I shook my head for the 20th time.

"Don't worry you will".

I had the strange urge to punch her in her perfectly straight teeth and finish off by pulling her ridiculously blond hair.

"Wow" I think to myself. Control your temper. I tried to clam down. "Can we just go? I obviously don't get it" I bat my eyes at her hoping she'll get the hint and move onto the next boring display.

"No, no" she flashes her teeth again. (I'm pretty sure she bleaches them). " I truly believe in you" she said, giving me a pitying look. That was her first mistake.

"Listen" I say trying my breathing excersises. "I've been here for a solid hour, looking at a paint blob that means -wait for it- absolutely nothing. I would really like to go now". She blinked at me finally seeing the malicious look in my eye.

"Ok then", she said clapping her hands together (may I add even that sounded too peppy) "lets move on shall we?".

She walked on with the rest of the group, faster now trying to keep her distance away from me. Safe to say I was more than ok with that.

The truth is I never understood all the artsy mumbo jumbo. The hidden messages in the paintings or whatever. Can't we just call it a blob and call it a day? Makes sense to me.

Guess it's probably because I grew up learning to think logically and straightforward.

With my dad being a biomedical engineer let's just say by the age of 5 I knew quantum physics better then Eintsein could have dreamed. I tell it like it is pretty much.

That's how I ended up here in a stupid art museum with an even stupider tour guide who might I add, is very annoying. With the way she's bobbing her head up and down, not beating the crap out of her will pretty much keep me preoccupied during the whole thing.

Oh yeah another thing about me. I kind of have some anger issues. Mix that with my blunt honesty and you get a recipe for disaster. You also get me telling my art teacher teacher how useless she really is in the school compared to math or science.

Yeah, just cause she caught me sleeping in class.

Can you blame me though? Honestly, would you like to listen to a middle aged balding woman ramble on about color patterns?

Nobody does.

I might have also added that to the caring advice I gave her. Honestly I was just trying to help.

Well anyway add all that up and you get me here "learning to find my creative muse or some shit like that". Whatever happened to detention?

"Hey are you listening?" Mrs. Im-happy-for-no-reason says touching my arm making me jump.

Strike two.

"You're going to have to pay attention or I'll have to send you to the back of the line". She ruffled my hair, which led to some snickers in the crowd.

Strike three.

"Listen you overly hyper bitch" I said grabbing her hand as she removed it from my hair. "If you touch me one more time I might be forced to cut you".

I felt a smile tugging to my lips as she finally closed that idiotic mouth of hers. The look in her eyes was priceless as I kept her hand in my grip.

Just as I thought I won, her perfectly shaped mouth screamed "SECURITY!".

I covered my ears. Her scream so loud it could deafen a cat. I looked around to see 2 men looking like they were hyped with steroids approaching me. It didn't take long to realize they were the security.

I sighed "Oh no, Taylor," I thought "not again"

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"Really Taylor? Again?". My mom stood pacing around the living room a tear in her eye. "How many times do we have to do this?'"

"Mom I swear she was coming for me," I pleaded.

The one person I actually cared what they thought of me,wasn't thinking very much of me.

I could tell byd the way she was standing in front of me as if I was the biggest dissapointment in her life. I was probably in the top 5 anyways.

"The smile was just a cover, you know?'" I said leaning closer lowering my volume "I think I might have seen a fang"

"We are not in a sci fi, teen fiction, or whatever you call it movie" My dad said sitting on the sofa.

Well I tried.

"This is becoming too much, Taylor" my mom sighed her hands covering her mouth. Something needs to be done,".

"You know what? Maybe a stern talking to will do the trick. Infact I feel a few water works coming on now" I pointed to my eye trying to fake a tear or two.

"You know this is all your fault, Mary" my dad said, suddenly turning to my mom

I rolled my eyes. I knew all to well where this was going. My parents hvaen't been able to stand each other for the past few months.

"Oh really, Howard?" my mom got a death glare in her eyes "and how is that so"

"You're supposed to be keeping an eye on your child"

"Oh of course I would expect a comment like that from you, you SEXIST PIG. Maybe you forgot but she's your child too"

"You know" I said trying to use the situation to my advantage. "I think i'll just slip into the kitchen for-"

"Oh just go to your room" my mom cried, tears on the verge of spilling out her eyes.

I actually wanted to escape my parents wrath by retreating to my comfy bed and retiring for the night, yet that was something good 'ol teenage rebellion just wouldn't allow.

"Oh come on mom" I got to my feet. "This is ridiculous. It's not like I actually cut her. Geez"

I looked to my dad for support but all I got in return was a sad look. One that said he didnt even know who I was anymore.

"You know what? Get out. Just get out. Please". The tears were really starting to come out her eyes now.

"Fine" I said starting towards the door. But I felt really bad looking back at my parents and seeing the pain in their eyes.

"And for what its worth I'm really sorry". With that I opened the door and prepared to leave. But not without first hearnig my dad say:

"That's not the first time we've heard that"

And you know what the sad part is . It probably wasn't going to be the last.

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Oh and Taylor is mixed by the way. I feel the need to say that cause some people might perceive her as white but.......No. Her mom is white and her dad is black sooo yeah. Now you know.