I check the mirror again. I’ve been hiding inside the studio for the last couple of days, but I do need to get to class today. Even if I don’t feel like it. There is no other way around it.
The bruises on my face are still dark, though the edges are starting to fade. After my chat with Tamara, she walked me home, making me promise to please think of my future, because the way I was going didn’t promise a very long one. I agreed, even if I don’t know if I really care.
I quickly get dressed and grab my things for class. I skipped literature yesterday, but I can’t skip drawing today, and neither should I. I stuff my things in my bag and grab my jacket and my helmet. Time for another day.
I close the door to the studio behind me. It’s one of a whole building of small studios, just for stude
