YES! CHAPTER 3! FINALLY!

That would be y'alls reaction I know that for a fact, lol

ok sorry for the late update. Things are going to hell here. Starting classes for the summer, anime conventions and i'm not close to selling my shit. I only managed to make one necklace and its not even as good. Also three times this week, I worked 11-12 hour shifts. I am extremely not happy. I've been so tired so I am going to bed. Please enjoy, I poured my sweat and tears in this.

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I opened the door to my closet door, letting the bright light shine behind me and slammed the door behind me. God I was so pissed off. Usually when I release my anger like that, I usually I feel better, ten times better. But this time, I felt my heart just breaking in my chest. I leaned my back against the wooden door of my closet, my bag dropped next to me and I slid down. Just what was happening to me?...

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Luckily, I got over it the next day and it was time to go to school! Zippe-di-doo-da for me!...not! I go to an art school, the Chicago institutes of the arts, I'm in their painting program. I go there with Tiana; I'm an art student while she's a dancer there; she finished high school last year and managed to get a scholarship at the same school I go to. It was so awesome, now we can finally hang out a little more.

We usually car pool, I drive every Monday and Wednesday and she drives Tuesday and Thrusday, those are the days we had school. It was Monday so it was my turn to drive, I was driving to her apartment with my portfolio bag tucked nice and safely in the back with my art box. Today was a critic day in my class, we have them once in a while, we present what we did so far in the semester and everyone can give their comment or you say how you think you did. I usually love presenting on critic day, but just not today…just not today.

I parked in an empty space and honked my horn twice. She wasn't there, I opened the door and climbed out to yell; "Tiana! We're gonna be late!"

The window opened and saw a certain girl poke her head out. "I'll be right down! Give me a minute!"

I smirked and teased her; "60!...59!...58!...57!"

"Bitch! Not literally!" She closed the window and I laughed as I sat back in my car. I literally counted the seconds for her to come downstairs.

"Negative 17…negative 18…negative 19" I saw her finally come out and she jumped right into my car.

"Ok! I'm ready!"

"If you get me late, I'm not picking you up this week."

She chuckled. I am so serious, if she gets me late, I am going to strangle her neck. We managed to get to school on time with a little speeding. We chose our classes at the same time so we can end at the same time and hang out more, I sometimes regret it since I had to wait for her lazy ass. When I got to class, luckily the teacher wasn't there. A few of my classmates just finished setting up their pieces for critic day. I quickly went to an empty section of the wall and opened my portfolio and started to pin up my artwork. I had five pieces, each one was…you guessed right…the guardians. I had to bring out my innerchild, come on. Each of them had a different color to represent them like yellow, pink, red, blue and green; I managed to make the back ground a plain color but their figures were decorated with different shades of the same color, I wanted to capture a certain emotion they were feeling when I was sketching out the idea while I was with them. The last one I put up was of Bunny, I put him right next to blue portrait Jack. In the painting, I drew out Bunny as he was looking out in his warren. He just looked so strong and sexy, it was the perfect moment. At the moment, he thought I was drawing a flower but really I was just drawing him. I gently stroked my fingers against his face, I wished I could just talk to him instead of just fighting. I want to go back to his warm warren again since winter is right around the corner.

"Hey these are pretty good." My classmate Lance stepped up next to me, I retreated my hand from Bunny, hoping he didn't see my moment I just had with my painting. Lance was around my age, he was an African American with tiny curls on his head. He always wore blue t shirts and old jeans, he sometimes had a twitching disorder and twitch at the randomest of times. At first it freaked me out but I got use to it.

"Oh thanks."

He leaned closer to Sandy's portrait. "Oh you used glitter on this one. What is it?"

"I call it Dreams. Something related to the Sandman."

"Oh that's pretty cool." He looked at my other paintings. "If that's the sandman, then these must be the tooth fairy, santa and the easter bunny right?"

"Yep, you're right. And don't forget Jack Frost." I chuckled.

"Whose Jack Frost?" He asked.

I tried hard not to laugh at him. 'I wouldn't let him hear that if I were you.' "He's just as important as they are, trust me."

"Ok, ok I feel you. But these guys…we believed in them when we were kids right? Why paint them now?"

"I was touched by my inner child I guess. I don't know." I shrugged. "I just felt like painting them." That was the best excuse I could come up with, simple yet easy to remember.

"What is that?" One of my other classmates came up to my paintings and peered closer to it. Adrian, a tall Caucasian guy with short spiked brown hair always wearing a plaid button shirt with his t shirt and torn pants. I never really liked him, he is always questioning my artwork. He always has something to say when he should shut the fuck up and leave my fucking artwork alone!...Excuse my language I just really hate that guy.

"It's called a painting, what does it look like?" I commented.

"No I mean, 'what' is that?' He pointed to my painting of North.

"That is Santa Clause."

"You painted those ridiculous legends children used to believe in?" He scoffed and looked at my other ones.

"Yeah so? You must've believed in them too, at least Santa on Christmas."

"Never did, it was all stupid stuff. Everything was just a simple fairy tale, wasting my time."

"No wonder you're so stiff." Commented Lance. "Your childhood was stripped from you."

"Thank god too. Or else I would've been like you two."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I stood up to him.

"All these dreams, they mean nothing. They're just a bunch of excuses to keep your head in the clouds. You have to face reality. They aren't real."

"They may just be dreams, but at least they were there for us when no one else would. They gave us hopes and dreams. They were the spark of our imagination. Of course we have to face reality, but reality wouldn't have been anywhere without a bit of imagination."

"And every time your head is in the clouds, your face will land right on the pavement and I will be laughing my ass off when you have nothing."

"Bitch, please! First of all, no one wanted your opinion. I don't even remember asking nor will I ever ask you. Second, instead of concentrating on my artwork, concentrate on yours since who has the better grade in this class." I leaned forward and curved my hand on my ear to hear him better.

"By three poi"-

"Until I actually have nothing, I will allow you to laugh at my face. But until then, shoo!"

He sneered at me and walked off to talk to my other classmates. Why is everyone pissing me off? Jesus can I kill someone!

"Damn, Nora." Lance commented as he looked at me.

"Just don't get me started ok?" I rubbed my forehead and sat down on my seat…I need something sweet to calm my nerves or I will go off.

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