We're All Full Of Lies

The rest of the class was served in silence and I had absolutely no idea what I was drawing, I took a few peeks at Frank’s sketch during the lesson and it was pretty good. He had drawn a guy shredding on guitar in the middle of this empty arena and he was surrounded by a microphone, another guitar, bass, drum kit and piano all floating mid-air and seemingly playing themselves. Looking down at my picture it took me a second to realise what I had drawn, there was a hand emerging from water with half of the skin on the hand tearing away exposing flesh and bone, the water around the hand was clearly discoloured and other body parts were floating in the distance all with the same half torn away half intact skin. I’d never drawn anything so graphic before but I was quite impressed with it.

The bell screamed throughout the classroom causing a few people to jump in their seats. I quickly scribbled my name at the bottom of the page before collecting the rest of items from the desk. Frank noticing my drawing quickly grabbed it and held it out before him, “Shit dude, this is awesome, I’m guessing you’re a horror fan?”
“Yeah, just a little I suppose and thanks but it’s not really that good, yours is much better, I’m guessing you’re a music fan?” I smiled copying his words and taking my drawing back. Frank just nodded his head vigorously, “I sure am”.
The classroom was empty when we made it to Mr Way’s desk and placed out artworks in front of him, he eyed the pair of us with a smug smile “Don’t forget about this afternoon you two, I expect to see you here”.
He was beginning to piss me off now with his smugness, “Forget about detention? Now why would we let a thing like that happen, we wouldn’t want to miss out of the riveting experience of sitting in silence in a classroom after school” I said coldly, sarcasm coating every word.
Mr Way’s smile just grew wider, “I’m glad to hear it”.
If he wasn’t a teacher I probably would have cursed at him but instead I turned and left mumbling profanities under my breath. I walked out of the classroom to find Mikey and Ray standing at my locker, “Hey guys” I chimed walking up next to them. Mikey and Ray looked over at me before smiling in return, “Hey Mira, Frank? Hey man how’s it going?” Ray said hugging Frank stood next to me.
“Ray, Mikes, you guys know Mira?” Frank pulled out of the hug and looked at little confused.
“Yeah she lives across the road from me and Ray may have hit her with a ball yesterday” Mikey giggled a little, obviously picturing the scene in his head. The rest of us laughed along too, I suppose it was pretty funny.

Frank spoke up after we finished laughing and held onto his stomach, “Let’s go grab something to eat, I’m starving”. We all nodded in agreement and headed to the cafeteria. The rest of the day went relatively smoothly, I had either Mikey, Ray or Frank in each of my classes so I didn’t get lost and it wasn’t as awkward when I arrived.

I had taken my time at the end of the day walking back to my locker. The halls were crawling with students all rushing to get to their lockers and go home as quick as possible so I couldn’t really go anywhere fast even if I wanted to. And the fact that I had detention may have also encouraged me to go that little bit slower. I found Mikey leaning against my locker when I went to gather my things, “Hey Mikey, whatcha doing?”
“Man you take forever, I was waiting to see if you wanted to walk home considering I don’t think you really know the way” He said sweeping his backpack up off the ground and slung it over his shoulder.
“Believe me I’d love to, but my ass of a teacher gave Frank and I detention for a week because we were late to class” I said slamming my locker door shut making Mikey jump a little.
“Oh, well that sucks, I guess I’ll head home then, here take this” He handed me a piece of paper, “It’s my mobile number, just in case you get lost on your way home” Mikey smirked before strolling down the hallway. I quickly pulled out my phone and punched in the number adding Mikey to my contacts before heading to detention. I pushed open the red door and let it slam close behind me. I looked around to find Frank sitting at one of the front row desks his eyes wide, the slamming of the door must have startled him, while Mr Way was reclining on his chair at the front of the room. He raised an eye brow at me as plonked myself down next to Frank.
“So what’s the deal here, like what are we supposed to be doing exactly?” I spoke nonchalantly and tried to make eye contact with both Mr Way and Frank. Frank shrugged, “Fucked if I know, I’ve never had detention before”
“Well with that kind of language you’ll find yourself with a whole lot more” Mr Way joined in on the conversation and leaned forward on his desk, “So todays your first day Mirabelle? Not off to the best start”
“To be completely honest it’s not like I want to be here, I’d much rather be at the beach soaking up the Australian sun” I closed my eyes to picture myself lying on the beach the sea air running its fingers through my hair. My thoughts we’re interrupted by Mr Way, “Well that explains your accent and I suppose it touches on the inspiration behind your sketch you did during class”
“You actually looked at them?” I asked in slight disbelief.
“Of course I looked at them, I wanted to get a feel for everyone’s skill level and you’d be surprised at how much of an insight you can gain into a person by looking at their art”
“What insight did you gain from mine” Frank leaned forward on his desk.
“Well” Mr Way cleared his throat, “You obviously are a guitarist and have a passion for music that was pretty explicit, but I got the feeling that the instruments playing themselves was a representation for a band that you want but that you need musicians for” He smiled as he watched Franks eyes widen.
“Damn you’re good, I didn’t think you’d get that” Frank smiled an ear to ear grin.
“Look you two are both obviously very talented artists and I’m guessing mostly good kids and I’m not exactly thrilled about giving you detention, especially a weeks’ worth but I don’t want you guys to feel you can get any with anything just because I’m a younger teacher, and I suppose looking on the bright side it will give me a chance to get to know the pair of you” Mr Way stood and walked to one of the cupboards that lined the wall. He flung open the door and pulled out and easel and canvas, he spoke as he carried it to the front of the room “So what I’m saying is that Frank if you want to bring your guitar in and play you can or Mirabelle if you want to draw or paint or whatever then go for it”
“Rad” Frank said pulling out his phone and putting his earphones and tapping away to the beat of whatever he was listening to.

I watched Mr Way sceptically as he began to delicately glide a paintbrush over the canvas in front of him. Why all of sudden was he being so friendly after he was clearly pissed at us this morning I was unaware, but I was rather talented with prying for information in a stealthy manner, so I planned to put my skills to work, over time of course. “See anything interesting?” Mr Way said quietly and not looking away from his canvas. I was snapped back into reality. How long was I staring at him? Talk about awkward. I shook my head and looked over at Frank who was face down on the desk. I nudged him playfully, “Dude entertain me, I’m bored” I whined.
He pulled out his earphones and looked up at me, “Entertain you? How?”
“Oh I don’t know you could dance around whilst performing one of Juliet’s’ monologues from Romeo and Juliet” I laughed as the mental image played in my mind. Frank soon joined in on the laughter, “I’ve never even read Romeo and Juliet, I don’t know what she rambles on about”
“She pretty much just complains about everything, typical teenage girl who is head over heels in love with someone she just met” I smirked and winked at him. Frank flicked his head back and held his hand to his forehead dramatically before putting on his feminine voice, “Oh Romeo, how I love you so”
This caused me to completely burst out in uncontrollable laugher and Frank was quick to follow. We kept laughing until I had to stop because not only was I crying but my stomach was killing me. I wiped away the tears to see Mr Way grinning like crazy obviously trying to hold back laugher but failing miserably. “Well if we do a school play this year Frank, at least I know who to pick for the lead female role”
Frank stood up and curtsied, “How kind of you good Sir, it would be my absolute pleasure.” This caused us all to begin laughing again. By the time we had all regained our composer Mr Way sent us both home saying that we’d been there for long enough and that he was in pain from laughing so much.

Just as Mikey had predicted I got lost on the way home and had to call him to come and pick me up. He took nearly half an hour before he finally arrived to pick me up. I quickly threw open the car door and slid in, “I didn’t think I had wandered that far away” I said pulling my seatbelt across the front of my body and hearing it click.
“Sorry my brother took his sweet time getting home and I had to borrow his car” Mikey smiled apologetically.
“Thanks Mikes, I suppose next time I’ll take a map with me”
“You can just walk home with me until you figure out the way” The engine roared to life and we began to drive as he spoke.
“Detention for a week, remember?”
“Oh yeah, man your teacher sure is an ass”
I laughed to myself replaying the afternoon’s events in my head, “Just a little bit”.

Notes

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