It started with an art lesson

Siena:

I sighed as I entered the school building I hate. Well here goes nothing right? Just a few more months until I'm free... Just a few more horrible months. I take a deep breath and open the red double doors of the building. I run to my locker trying to avoid all human contact possible. I'm not antisocial... Everyone's just anti-me. God I hate everyone here and they hate me. Well everyone except for Avery, who happens to be my best friend. My only friend. I sigh and walk to my first period, art.

I slide into a stool in the back, the farthest away from the preps, jocks, and stuck up bitches. I take out the sketchbook required for the class an open to the piece I'm working on. It a black piece of paper with vivid reds and whites. It's two people just about to kiss with blood splattered on their faces.

I smile at the piece just before Avery sat down next to me. "Hi, oh that's beautiful!" She exclaims

"Thanks" I say "what piece are you working on?" I ask her

"Eh it's nothing really" she insists as she places her book in
front of my face. The black bird on the page was sketched with charcoal and pens.

"It's amazing" I say as I run my fingers across the page

"Thanks sea" she says a the teacher walks in. "

Hi students, I'm Mr.way but you can call me Gerard. Mr.way makes me sound old. Mrs.Jones was fired last weekend, so I'll be her replacement" he chuckles.

Mr.way I mean Gerard is very attractive, I wonder how old he is.. "How old do you think he is?" I whisper to Avery

"Id say early or maybe mid twenties" she says not looking up from her sketches

"Yeah" I nod as I flip to a new page in my book and let my pencil do it's thing. I look down at what I'm sketching, great.... Another violent sketch. I roll my eyes and continue on the bloody piece. I'm at the point where I'll take the zero for drawing a piece that's explicit because my art expresses my freaking life. Gerard looks over my shoulder at my piece.

"See me after class" he says

"Awh is Siena drawing another bloody sketch?" A girl in the front spats

"Yeah! I bet she fails the class! Her drawings are so horrid!" A blonde snorts

"Do you ever fucking shut up?" I mumble

"We could... We we don't wanna" the brunette says as she turns back in her chair

"Sounds like you just did" I say under my breath as I look back at my paper. Well it looks like I'm finished with this drawing of a human heart with a dagger though it. The bell rings and Avery says she'll meet me in bio. I walk over to Gerard. "You uh wanted to um see me?" I ask, great.. Here if comes. The words like no you can't draw bloody things at school! Or it's too inappropriate..

"Your drawings are amazing, I think you need to go take art lessons" he says

"Oh really?" I ask with utter shock "Yeah, it's really expressive... Here's my card." He hands me a black business card. "And here's a late pass" he laughs

"Thanks, it's nice to know others like my style of art" I say as I put my sketch book away

"I was like you in high school, is always draw bloody gory things and get yelled at by others" he says

"Thanks" I walk out of the room and down the hall to bio.

*at lunch*

"Hi" I say as I open the door to Avery's car. We eat lunch everyday in her car just to avoid the populars. "Hey boo" she says with a mouthful of chips. She throws the bag in my lap. I laugh and take a handful "so what did you and Gerard talk about" she asks wiggling her eyebrows

"Art, apparently he likes my bloody things"

"That's great! Your amazing at art! This could be your ticket In passing the class!" She exclaims

"I guess, but it's not like I have parents looming over me to get good grades" I shrug. My parents died a few years ago, my father went on a rampage and killed my mother then committed suicide.

*Flashback*

I hear shouting and screaming coming from the basement... Shit! What to do... '

SHUT THE FUCK UP! IT WILL BE OVER SOON!'

My father shouts to someone in the basement 'BUT WHAT ABOUT SIENA? WHAT WILL SHE DO THEN ANTHONY!' My mom shouts

'IT DOESNT MATTER!" He shouts I hear a gun fire.

Then another shot go off. I dash to the basement and see my father and mother lying on the ground with a pool of blood beside them. I scream and beg for my mom to wake up. It didn't even matter to me if my dad died. We all knew that man was going to hell anyway.

*end of flashback*

"I know but still, you love art" she points out

"You do have a point" I agree

"I have his card" I add

"Oh so he gave you his number?" She question

"Your over thinking this situation ave" I chuckle

*end of the school day*

"I'll see you tomorrow ok babe?" Avery says as she pulls out of her parking spot next to my car. I wave to her and hop in my car.

"Oh is that slut going to her prostitute job?" Ashely, the most popular girl snorts.

"Says the girl who's slept with the entire football team" I smirk as I hop in my black jeep

"That was one time!" She shouts. I roll my eyes and speed off to my crappy job. When I arrive in the parking lot of Starbucks, I turn around and grab my apron. I sigh and throw it on. I hate the job, but I pays off some bills. I enter the tiny shop and take my place behind the counter.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" I ask

"Um, a large mocha frap" the boy says

"Ok, and your name?" I say as I ring up the coffee

"Frank Iero" he winks I roll my eyes and grab the coffee cup and write his name. I hand the large cup to my coworker and tell him the price. He pays then walks to the other counter and waits for his drink. I look down at the bill he handed me, there was his phone number across the side of it. I laugh and enter the number into my phone. One more friend won't hurt right? "Keep the change" he says before he leaves

* 3 hours later * I groan, my shifts over in ten minutes, and the time could not be going any slower. I hear the bell of the door ring, I look up from my phone an hot ready to serve the next costumer

"Hi how may I- Gerard?" I ask, there was my art teacher standing in front of me at Starbucks...

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