It All Started when I was FLUSHED down the TOILET

11 : •entitled bitch !•

                     

"Axel you have to go!"I said pulling his arm trying to drag him.

"I don't wanna!"He objected. Whining like the child he was.

I honestly was done with this boy at this point

"You have to whether you like it or not!"

We probably sounded like toddlers as we went back and forth in the hallway.

But I wasn't taking any of his shit again.

"I'm not going!"He exclaimed trying to yank his arm away but I yanked it back forcefully.

"Yes you are!"I snapped through my gritted teeth.

"I don't even like Art!"

I stopped in my tracks to look him in the eyes.

"You what?"I asked giving him five seconds to take back the blasphemy he had just said.

"I don't like it."He mumbled avoiding my eye.

I didn't like that at all.

He knew how much I loved art and here he was trashtalking it.

I was irritated by this childishness and by the confusion this brought.

"I thought you wanted to be an architect!"I screamed at him.

"I lied."He stated honestly.

I was pushed back a little by his words.

"Why?"I know I know.

I've asked this question so many times but...how else was I supposed to get answers?

"I don't actually have a plan for life after school and I just wanted to cheer you up."

"What?You thought I wanted to be a plumber!"

He rolled his eyes and looked at me with a 'really?' face.

But that wasn't going to change the fact that I had no idea what he was talking about.

"I've seen so many of your paintings and drawings all over the school. It was obvious you liked art."

I awkwardly changed my footing not exactly knowing what to say.

"You...you noticed?"I asked feeling warm inside.

"It's hard not to."He stated smiling.

I could never ever get used to his smile.

"Let's just go."he said finally.

I sighed.

Yes...finally.

We can go to the most important place in the world.

We walked in briskly and I breathed in the sweet sweet aroma of fresh paint and glue.

The glue especially was my favourite because it was always being heated.

I spotted our delightful art teacher.

He was in an oversized labcoat, his frizzy purple-orange hair tied messily into a bun.

"Good morning Mr Bryce!"I exclaimed which made him jump up startled by my sudden outburst.

He nearly tipped over the clay pot he was making by his desk.

As he recovered he straightened his glasses and smiled at me widely revealing his ginormous buck-teeth.

"Hello Chloe!"He said waving and hopping in one spot.

Yes hopping.

On a pogostick.