You're Never Just A 'Nobody'

I hear clashing and smashing from the kitchen. That can only mean one thing.
Maggie

"MAGGIE! WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?" I yell making sure she can hear the anger and annoyance in my voice. Jumping up out of bed, making my way towards the kitchen, in the clothes I was in last night, to see what the fuss is all about.

"Sorry! I was trying to find the pain killers. I didn't even realize how much I drank last night!" She says, the second sentence coming out more of a chuckle then a statement.

"Maggie, they're in the medicine chest, where they always have been." I reply in a 'duh' tone, which causes Maggie to glance at me.

She pops two in her mouth and washed them down with her coffee, while I make my tea. Yes, I prefer tea over coffee, its a 'me' thing.
I turn my gaze to the clock about our fridge, seeing that it's only 7:45am.
Really Maggie.
My Art class doesn't start until 9:45am. I quickly finish my tea off, collect some clothes and run to the shower. Stripping down and entering into the shower, having the warm water hit my body.

*9:15am*

Sprinting down the hallway, I get strange glances at people who I push/race past. Maybe it's because i look like a hot mess. Yeah. That's totally the reason.
By the time I make it to The Arts building, it's 9:30am. 15 Avalon. You have 15 Minutes. I looks down at the crumbled piece of paper in my hands, it's reads;
'The Arts: Illustration: Block B: Room 438: Floor 4/6'
Okay. Room 438, Floor 4/6. That can't be hard, right?

HA. We thought wrong. By the time I came across room 438, it was 10am. Great way to start your first lesson, Avalon.
I flip my black hair over my shoulders and enter the room.
Mr. Ryan is sitting at the front of the class. He's pretty rad for a 52 year old, by the way.

"Ah, Avalon! How nice of you to show up! I saved a seat up the back, to your left for you, knowing how much you adore being up the back" He says, chuckling towards the end of his sentence. I couldn't help but laugh myself.

I made my way up the back of the class. Watching the other students study their artwork with their partners. I make it to the back of the class to find a young boy, can't be any older then me, sitting on the far left of the two seated table.

He's wearing a Iron Maiden tee with red skinny jeans and ruffled black hair.
Hmm. Not bad.
I clear my throat to get his attention. His head snaps in my direction. Only then do I take a closer look...




Gerard is my art partner.

Notes

a/n

Heyoo guys ^.^ So here's the second chapter, I hope you're all enjoying it. Don't be afraid to comment! Any opinions are fine, negative, positive, anything guys :)
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until next time killjoys.