Chapter 4 writing out an average art class.

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"If I ever get Internet famous, like on YouTube or something, I'm never gonna delete any videos I'm just gonna bask in my glory" lizzy muttered proudly while working on her drawing of a cup.

"Oh sure thing" Jamie nodded with a grin.

I was in art class sitting at a table with my friends struggling to write down every word they said and failing miserably. Why do people talk so flipping fast I thought to myself growing somewhat annoyed with my peculiar predicament. Now before you get the wrong idea I was doing what was asked to do write a story about them, them being my friends. However my attempts at a coherent plot were twisted and messy and none of the words I used would turn out write. Growing frustrated with my pencil I set it down turning my full attention to the tables conversation. My lips turned upward into a smile as the word watt-pad was mentioned. the conversation continued becoming more offside with every statement.

"Oh my god so today in science, I look over at hailley and she's got her rubber spider out and she was poking it and moving it around with her pencil" Jamie squawked while making overly animated hand gestures to prove her point further.

"I didn't know anyone was watching!!!"I tried to defend myself knowing it wasn't gonna work. "I was like moving my pencil in like a cross star shape thing and then I poked the rubber spider a couple times no big deal right!" I laughed knowing how completely insane that would sound to someone who wasn't a part of my tables conversation.

"Satanic rituals in science yea know the norm." Lizzy shrugged causally putting on a somewhat disturbed grin before laughing and continuing her work.

"Speaking of spiders you should see Navi!!!"

"Oh hailley you and your spiders!" Sydney said with a large grin and a bit of a giggle.

"You two could rule the world" kyra spoke as she lifted her head for the table.

"Totally ...Yea me and Navi can start a drug ring" I smirked at the mention of my pride and joy (in other words my pet Honduran curly hair tarantula.)

Yes I'll admit my obsession with all things creepy and crawly could easily be seen as strange and disturbing and I have definitely been called a fair share of Names because of it.

"You could get her a throne and a tiny pimp-like hat" kyra said playing with her earrings.

"Pimp-like?!" Sydney asked crinkling her nose as she said the words.

"Kyra go lie down before you give yourself brain damage!" Lizzy muttered and rolled her eyes.

"No ya dingus" she laughed and laid her head against the table yet again.

"Why does it hurt so much?" She whined.

"Maybe your thinking to hard? " brianna said while rubbing chalk on her peice of paper. Giving a small smirk before checking her phone for the time.

"Not funny!" Kyra groaned.

"Would you go lie down already!" I threw my hands in the air and sunk into my chair.

"No"

"Fine suit yourself but complain one more time and we will carry you down to the office!" Lizzy said with a warning tone, pointing her pencil in her general direction.

"OH MY GOD so there was this guy in resource and he was like stoned...and I was like mr. Rempel you Need To Fix This Shit!!! RIGHT NOW OK!!" Kyra laughed and slammed her hands on the table well everyone else sat stunned.

"What even?" Jamie muttered confusion evident in her voice.

Sydney crippled her nose again as she laughed and lizzy scowled at kyra as if to demand that she go lie down.

My friends...are...no words I really have no words.

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