Art, and Observation
I left class, and entered the hallway. It was a mad house! I saw several groups of girls. All with tacky bracelets, overwhelming perfume, and looks that screamed "LOOK AT ME! LOVE ME! I don't take commands... I walked through the hallway pushing anyone who was in my way. I mistakenly pushed some boy down, and he was stepped on several times. It was hilarious.I was called several mean names. The jealousy train was getting pretty full. My guide to told me to go to E3. Art. I could show my true talent there. "Hey Jenny"! Shouted someone behind me.I turned around. It was Daisy."I was just in the bathroom Keisha was in there staring in the mirror muttering Oh, I'm so fat, Jason so deserves better". I told Daisy " She's probably right". Daisy responded "Yeah... Keisha is always doing that it she really thinks so she should just leave Jason. He has a whole line girls oh-so infatuated with him, she's nothing special". I chuckled. "Glad we're on the same page".
We both arrived at the art room.She sat down.I looked at my guide. Turns out I sit right next to her. The art teacher was tall, skinny tan woman. She probably has several boyfriends. The bell went off. "Hello class"! Shouted the teacher in a thick Mexican accent. "This week we are focusing on drawing feelings, and ideas. To—day we will be a-drawing humor. What do you find humorous? You may start now"!
I was silent the entire 15 minutes it took me to draw my picture. I drew a child opening a gift box filled with coal on Christmas. It really emphasized disapointed he was,and gawd it a nice colorful background. "What did you draw"? Asked Daisy. I showed her my picture. "Um.... here look at mine.". She drew a dog flying a plane. It was okay, but her drawing was nowhere near as detailed, or well drawn that mine was. On top of that mine was actually funny..
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