The bell rang indicating the start of one class I loved more than life itself - arts. I picked my paintbrushes out of my locker and was headed to the class when Hanson joined me.
“You're going to class I'm guessing." I was about to say something sarcastic but when he stretched out his hand to take my backpack from me, I kept the thought to myself.
" Yupp. Another thing I love about this school. “
" So you do have talent. I couldn't paint even if there was a bullet pointed at me. My mom's making me take the class. Some s**t about building portfolio. “
To an extent, I was glad I never had parents who forced me to do anything I didn't want to do. Not Mabel, not Ana and definitely not Theodore.
We were a few doors away from the art room when Ms. Kelly, our art teacher called me. Hanson
