You're someone you're not

It had been a long week to say the least. We moved all our stuff into a dink three bedroom apartment just out side of dc. Not really three bedroom more like two and a walk in closet but we all have to make sacrifices. And by we I mean mikey. My mom also has been applying to a bunch of different private schools for me and mikey because she doesn't want to bus us or something. Still no word from my dad which is kinda depressing.
but one good thing is my mom thought I should persue drawing or something and signed me up for this fancy art class. My teacher was like nationally appreciated or something. I am riding in the cab right now. The metor clicked and clicked until we pulled up to a small stree decorated with artsy hipster shops. I handed the cabbie his money and walked out. Ok I'm looking for CABRERA STUDIOS. I finally spotted a rusty sign hanging from one of the upper level buildings.
"welcome!" An old lady chirped as I walking into the studio.
"hi. I'm Gerard way I'm signed up for the advanced class" I said boredly. The place look like a shrink's office.
"I'm sorry we don't let anybody start in the advanced class but we can get in the regular class" frustration rose in the pit of my stomach.
" ok" I muttered. I don't know why I'm getting so worked up of something petty like this.
" Here sit in the red chair" the lady pointed at a seat at the end of a row of older looking people.
" Hi I'm Gerard" I said to the man sitting next to me. He looked about thirty. He didn't look over and just grunted. I shrugged.
a set of water colors were laid out as well as different brushes, a bit if water and a canvas.
" Hello everyone! Oh Sarah that scarf is beautiful!" The lady nodded at another woman who smiled. " today we will draw this." She pulled out a basket of fruit. And everyone around we seemed to just start at it so I did as well. I have done these many times before so I finnished mine rather quickly. I used my extra time to look at other people canvases. It was almost sad how badly everyone else's were. Like kindergarteners had drawn them. Mine was clearly the best. I looked at it again. The shading was good the structure of the fruit was stable. I even added a few more fruit to even out the nearly empty bowl and gave the bowl itself a design. Back at school I would have gotten an A.
" Ok now put your paintbrushes down even if you not finished" the instructor said. We did as we were told. She began walking around saying things like ' wow you have improved so much.' And 'I like the shading.' The were sad consolations to these grown ups who couldn't draw for shit. Or so I thought.
" Gerard I'm disappointed in you painting I have to say." Her eyebrows were scrunched she was frowning. At first I thought she was kidding.
" I was told you had potential."
'What!?!? Is this lady kidding!' I thought ' she must be crazy'
" what?" I sputtered.
" What do you think is wrong with your picture?" Her grey eyes seemed to stuck my soul out of my chest.
" Not really. To be frank I think mine is the best here" I said in a cocky voice.
" I hate to kick you off your high horse but I see that yours is among the worst in the class." She said sternly. I really don't like this woman.
" Why?!" I said shocked.
" Do see in grapes in that bowl? Or any pineapples? Or a design on the bowl? No." She pursed her lips.
art is about freedom and expression and if I want to magically make pineapple appear I my painting then I damn right can because my ma is paying good money for your crap teaching. I wanted to scream. But I didn't.
" Ok that's the end of this class. And Gerard I hope to see you improve next class, ok?" The woman smiled.
like hell I'm coming back.

Notes

Sorry it took so long this chapter wasn't coming out the way I wanted.