[private] before the storm Sept 4, 2019 10:38:23 GMT -5
Post by Alex on Sept 4, 2019 10:38:23 GMT -5
Art class was quiet as usual, with most of the kids napping or fucking around on their phones as the teacher took attendance. Everyone was supposed to get to work on the weekly still life the second they walked into class, but it wasn't like Ms. Bailey to tell anybody what to do. She was fucking weak, Nyx had no idea how she managed to land this job when she was too timid and scatterbrained to control even one rowdy teenager, let alone a whole room of them. She was lucky she had Nyx in the morning, when she was still too sleepy to bother raising much hell.
She sat at her table, feet propped up with her ankles crossed. She knew Ms. Bailey always hated that, but she also knew Ms. Bailey wasn't gonna try to stop her. After having Nyx in her class two years in a row, she'd know there was nothing she could do about it. Her sketchbook was open in her lap and she mindlessly sketched. It wasn't the still life she was supposed to be drawing, just whatever came to mind. A lot was shit that would probably get her sent to the counselor's office and recommended for therapy, if she was someone anybody gave even half of a shit about.
God, she was so fucking bored. It didn't help there was nothing interesting to look at around here. Her table was mostly ugly ass boys, the decorations around this room were dumb as shit, and fucking nothing was happening. She didn't even know what to draw right now, having already roughed out the last half-decent idea she had. Nyx's brows furrowed in thought as she chewed the end of her pen and stared down at the blank page.
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