A Life On The Edge

Model Status

The bell rang and I said goodbye to Lyle with a huge grin on my face. I walked to Mr. Kramer’s room and I was surprised to see it empty. I looked around, it was like a ghost town in here. I couldn’t even find Kramer. I suddenly saw a flash of a camera and frowned

“You need to stop taking surprise pictures of me.”

“Surprise pictures are the best pictures. It’s the best way to capture a person in their most natural state.” He said and continued to smoke his joint.

“Are you constantly high?”

“Nope, but pretty close.”

“Where is your class?”

“Oh this is independent study. This class is for students who are serious about their art. They can do whatever the hell they want so, most of them don’t bother showing up.”

“So it’s always empty like this?”

“No, sometimes a few of them will wonder in with a project to show me for a grade or some will come and get high with me searching for inspiration. Ryder is always here though.”

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know. Probably outside playing with the sand.” I rolled my eyes. “How was your time with Mr. Perfect?”

“It wasn’t terrible.” I said taking a seat at his desk. I looked through some of the projects thrown across his desk.

“Hey can you organize that for me?” he asked pulling out a sketch pad and a pencil. “I’m feeling inspired.” I rolled my eyes and nodded. I started moving some of the projects off his desk when I came across the picture he took of me during our last visit. I picked it up and looked it over. I was blowing smoke up in the air, I hadn’t realized my hood was still up. I looked pretty sweet, there were a lot of them. I hadn’t realized he took so many. “You’re inspirational.” I looked up from the picture to see the sketch he had drawn of me. My jaw dropped. “Be my model? I’ll give you money when I have it and weed when I don’t.” I chuckled.

“I’m not pretty enough to be a model.” I scoffed putting the pictures down.

“That’s not what my buddy said.” I looked at him confused. “He owns a tattoo shop. I’ll take pictures of his work, models with tattoos will come in a pose for his website. He gets featured in this huge magazine every year, he thinks you pretty enough to model for them.”

“No.” he looked at me confused. “Look I’ll model for your weird art projects and stuff just don’t put any of it online or a magazine where random people can see.” He nodded.

“No problem.”

“Hey can I keep this one?”

“NO!” he yelled snatching it from my hands. “I’m painting that one.” I groaned and rolled my eyes.

“Whatever man.” When the end of the day rolled around I found myself walking towards the auditorium dreading every single step.

“Riley!” I heard someone shriek. “You came!” I saw a flash of yellow and arms draped around me. I sighed when Emma finally let me go.

“Emma, I don’t think Riley is a…hugging girl.” Max laughed peeling Emma off of me. “Besides you have to go to the choir room to read up and learn all about this silly musical play thing.”

“It’s not silly.” She glared.

“I know, I know, now go. You’ll know where to find us.” Max smiled and shooed her off. “She gets so excited about this. I think she’ll do a lot better this year without Sadie lingering around to murder her good vibes.” God does she have to whine every time she talks. “I mean that girl is like walking bad karma. The spawn of Satan herself.” Oh my god this was going to drive me crazy. It was like all of her words were strung together in this nasally annoyed voice. I just wanted to fucking strangle her. “Like she’s such a total stuck up bitch you know. God I’m so happy you beat that bitch’s ass. She had it coming.”