Coven Row

Elderly Men

As we walked into homeroom me being the clumsy preson I am tripped over someomes feet, it just happened to be the Queen bitch of the schools. "Oh my god watch were your going runt",sneered the she-devil herself Jessica Vandervelt.

"Well maybe if you didn't have your giant sized feet in the middle of the aisle we wouldn't be having this conversation right now", I replied with a smirk.

We've hated ever since kindergarden when she ruined my painting. The class just snickered and we were told to sit down. "I understand you two hate each other, but I'm not in the mood to seperate another one of your stupid squabbles", Mr.Vinshin said sourly. "Damn someones pmsing". I hadn't realized I said that out loud until I was told I have after school detention.

"Why is he so grouchy today", whispered Brianne.

"Who knows with him, I swear he's bipolar", I snickered and we truned are heads back to the front. Don't get me wrong I love Bri, but when we're in classes together she canget quite weird... and not just normal weird like insane weird. Homeroom we barely did anything at my school we just came to homeroom to get are attendence and then we were all dismissed to our first period class.

The bell rang for students to start walking out to their first period classes. I had art which I was grateful for. Although I didn't have Bri in that class I enjoyed it because I got to paint. Bri and I said our farewells then headed opposite ways. Her math class was in the west wing and mine in the right. I stopped at my locker tossing in everything but my Iphone and headphones. We didn't need anything to take to that class, but I liked taking my phone to listen to music. It helped with concentration. I slammed my locker door shut and squealed a very girly squeal which I am not proud of. But I kinda have every right to because there was an elderly man standing right behind my locker.

"The time has is almost near for you to become your true self", The old man said and then when I blinked he vanished.

WHAT..THE..HELL

That was crazy it's not everyday something like that happens to you though. First the lady on the bus with that "coven" stuff, then this guy "with the time is almost near". It was starting to scare me. I felt like Nancy Drew. ON one point I wanteed to see more into this and the other part of me wanted to just forget this weird morning. Plus I was late to my favourite class now. I burst through the art room doors with a sigh and felt alot of eyes on me.

"Where were you Eliza, your never usually late", said Mrs.Monroe. Mrs.Monroe was my favourite teacher she was in her early thirtys and was a very calm and collected women.

"I'm so sorry there was this random old man that showed up at my locker. I think he has dimentia and just wandered in", I replied with a sheepish smile.

"It's fine just take a seat", she then turned to the class as I wallked back and sat infront of my easel, "OK today we will be painting something with deep emotion, I want you all to paint or draw or do whatever interrpretation of how you feel when your sad", she nodded her head for us to get to wrok and started on her own painting. I grabbed some acrylic paint, I knew exactly what I was going to paint. I've been saving this idea for a project like this.

......By the end of class I had my idea painted infront of me, it came out exactly how I hoped it would it was a mixture of blacks, pinkish reds, white, and a little bit of purple. (picture on the side) I love art because I have the control of everything that goes on the easel. The paint brush in my hand, the music in my ears. I took out my headphones and looked up to see Mrs.Monroe walking around and complimenting everyones art work. She walked up to me and gasped... was it really that bad I thought it turned out good.

"Wow Eliza that looks gorgeous, I can actually feel how you felt painting this peice. Your emotions are radiating off of this. What were you thinking of when you painted this", she asked curiously.

"Oh well I thought of this a while ago, but wanted to save the idea for something like this. It was when I was in a really bad place, and just overall sad", I replied looking at the peice.

I could tell she was going to reply, but the bell rung and she walked away nodding. I had a free period now since I was in grade twelve and didn't want take any electives other than art, cooking, and biology. I had a free period. Bri was leaning against her locker rocking back and forth on her feet. As soon as I saw her I could tell she was excited about something.

"So what do you want to tell me", I asked.

"Well a bunch of seniors from our school and Jordan High seniors are throwing a beach party thats starting in one hour and I heard it was suppose to be soups good...and I also really want to go.." She said giving me puppy dog eyes.

"You sould've just started with hey wanna skip I would've been in as soon as you mentioned skip", I smirkeed open my locker and off we wrere.

"Hey can we go to your house my moms working from home today", Bri said sheepishly.

She had a car so we didn't have to take the bus. Why didn't she pick me up in the morning well she did sometimes, but I don't mind the bus so its ok. "Yah sure my parents aren't home", I replied climbing into her white coralla. We were five minutes away when "Blame it on the Girls by MIKA" came on. Yes I know it's a weird song but I happen to be in love with it. Bri and I both looked at each other and started belching out some of the lyrics.

Like lovers on the open shore, what's the matter?
When you're sitting there with so much more, what's the matter?
While you're wondering what the hell to be
Are you wishing you were ugly like me?

Blame it on the girls who know what to do
Blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you
Blame it on your mother for the things she said
Blame it on your father, but you know he's dead.

By the end of that verse we were pulling into my drive way. "Are ready to make youself look beautiful", Bri said giggling. I rolled my eyes and unlocked the door.