The last day of school

school. What a serious headache. I hated school. If it wasn't for the long gruesome years I'd endured, I wouldn't have found my love for art. People told me art is something you share with the world or has a special meaning to tell. Well, I say forget them. As of today, I am in Spanish class doodling and plotting. The teacher tortured us with her speaking and so on. It's the last subject of the day. Finally, I can go doodle on the walls of the abounded buildings near the school. Of course, I flung my bag over my shoulder and attempted to leave before realizing the bell hadn't rung yet. " skylar!" Miss Haygens shouted. " I know your eager to do art in public places but school has barely begun." " What?" I questioned her. Even though she knew my secret, the worst part about it was Mrs Haygens spilling my secret identity to the students in the class . " Mom! " We both gave each other a daring look before the bell rang. I stuck out my tongue and then headed out the room. Finally, the end of the most boring day ever.. "Skylar, wait up!" my best friend Tiffany called out. " I have illegal things to do and don't get yourself caught " I joked. Other than missing Haygens, Tiffany knew I was a trouble maker at night. She pulled my elbow and pulled me around the block. " So sky, your theme tonight is disco," she says, handing me a can of spray paint, chalk, brushes, and so on. I never knew how she hid those things at school but she did. " So I heard a new transfer student will be attending school soon." she said, trying to make conversations, " Yeah, I heard he's probably a jerk like the rest of the guys in the school. And I'm not really interested in boys anyway, so why tell me this?" I said, pulling out old clothes out of my bag. " So you always say you're not interested in boys. So do you-" "Tiffany!" I said, cutting her off from finishing her sentence. " I'm sorry, I just needed to know." she says, watching me change clothes in public view. " hoodie and the mask." I said, standing in front of her. " OK, what about college? Are you going to one after you finish school?" she asked. "I need you to keep quiet or leave you distracting me." I said as I reached for the spray paint on the ground.. I started with the chalk, drawing a roller skating rink. Soon after, I drew an old-fashioned jukebox in the back with disco lights everywhere. After a couple of minutes, I lost myself in drawing, night began to fade and, before I knew it, the police were on my tail. I rushed home and began stripping. Throwing my hoodie on the bed, I jumped into the shower and let the scent of paint get washed away. The night didn't have much of an impact. Of course, my hair still smelled of paint and no matter how hard I tried, the paint stuck to my hair, refusing to leave. As I headed into the living room, there sat my mom's arms folded as she stared straight at Miley. My little sister. As usual, she had just returned home and was in trouble, leaving the police to take her home. Both my mother and Miley looked over at me before I became the topic of the night. " The next person who stays out late is getting sent to a detention centre and you should show an example to your little sister and be the adult you are." my mother says, turning her head to the door. The police cars rode off in the distance as my little sister ran into my arms to hug me. I didn't care what my sister did, but if it was enough to get trailed home by cops, then she was OK in my book. Into the kitchen and into the fridge. Searching for the beer I had hidden carefully in the fridge. Suddenly, my sister walks up behind me and sticks the bottle out from behind a box of eggs. "SO, what did you do this time, huh?" I asked my sister as I popped the beer open. " I smacked a girl who was talking shit." my sister said, leaning on the door frame. "what was she saying?" I asked, "was it about dad?" To be honest, the word father or dad was taboo in the house since he had run off with my mother's money to go marry a woman the same age as an average college student. It was no secret the whole neighborhood knew. My sister stood there in silence before walking towards me once more and dragging the beer out of my hand and putting it against her mouth, downing her throat in beer. .