The table was quiet. I guess they heard when Desmond told me the truth about the grostique rumor. I quickly deleted the text message from my father and put the phone back in my pocket. I could feel the tears in my eyes as I replayed what Desmond had said.
How could I kill my own mother? Who would? I can't believe the people in this school actually believe it. I began to tremble. Do the people at this table believe? So many questions were swarming my head. Too many infact, I wanted to run away.
I slowly stood from my seat at the lunch table and smiled weakly. The tears were still in my eyes.
"I-I'm going to go to class early. See you guys later." And I dashed out of that enormus room with lingering eyes so fast, everyone was a blur.
As I stormed down the hall, I wiped out the feverishly tears. I had Art next. Hopefully it would be a relaxing class other than a class of someone telling you that everything is wrong and you have to do it exactly like the teacher does.
The door was wide open when I walked toward it. There was music playing and a man standing infront of an easel. He was playing the kind of music I liked surprisingly. When I knocked on the door, he spun around and stared at me for a moment then smiled.
"Class doesn't start for another thrity-three minutes. But, I guess you could chill out here." He walked away from his easel and trudged over to the back. He pulled out a clean piece of drawing paper and a perfectly sharpened pencil and lyed it on a desk.
"But in order to be in here, you have to be creating something." He smiled, and walked back to his painting.
I stood by the door for a moment, then walked over to the large table. I placed my bag down on the floor and sat down. I had the pencil in my hand as I stared at the clean paper. I could tell the teacher was watching me also. I looked up at him with heitant eyes.
"Could I use Pastels instead?" He grinned and nodded and pointed toward where they were. "You don't have to ask what to use when making a masterpiece."
I laughed slightly. This teacher was pretty calm and layed back from the ones I already had been aquanted to. I grabbed a pastel contanier and sat back down in my chair. I began to make a wave gesture with a black pastel.
"You don't mind the music do you? Most kids like thr rap kind of stuff. I don't." The teacher asked, Iquickly shook my head.
"I like this music. It's the kind I listen to. Better than rap and hip-hop." I said smiling. The teacher grinned.
"That's good. I'm Mr. Kent, you can just call me Mark if you want."
I smiled. "Nice to meet you, I'm Irina Thomas."
"Oh, I know. Your the buzz of the school at the moment. But for all the wrong reasons."
I sank in my chair. Even the teachers' knew? I hope they don't believe it...
"It's a lie. I would never do that." I said, the tears resurfacing.
"I know it's a lie. I never believed it. I doubt your friends believe it either." The guy said smiling. " If you ever need someone to talk to, you can come here. You can either paint or actually talk."
I smiled. It takes months to gain this kind of trust with teachers and me. But, only five minutes and I made made a father/daughter type relationship with Mr. Kent, or Mark.
I went back to my 'creation', as Mark would call it when I heard another person walk in the room.
"Here again I see! I should just get a spot ready for you for now on!" Mark had said. I never looked up from my creation.
"It's alright. You don't have to get spaces ready for me." A famileur voice said. This time I looked up from my creation.
Desmond smiled slightly over at me as he took a clean piece of paper and a pencil with him toward me. He sat down next to me and smiled.
"Do you have this class next?" He asked as he pulled out a baby blue pastel.
I nodded. "Why? Do you?" Desmond grinned. "Yes." He said simply.
I looked back at my pastel creation. "Are the others in this class?" He shook his head.
"They think art is only for the gifted ones to create. But it never was, it's just a relaxation class." He looked down at my paper. "But apparently, your a gifted one to create fine art."
I blushed slightly. "It's not that good." I said, taking a dark blue pastel and overlaping a turquice color. The overlap made it look like it had a flaming blue wave to it. Desmond watched as I worked on my picture. Then, he started in his and no one talked for a while. It wasn't one of those awkawrd silences with nothing to say, it was a peaceful kind of silence; just enjoying eachothers company.
Then Desmond had to speak.
"So, what was with that text message?"
I put the lime green pastel away and tunred to Desmond. He had a worried expression over his greek god face. When I looked into his eyes, I saw a whirlpool of sadness. It almost consumed me if I had not pulled away my gaze. What had Desmond been through?
"It's just something about that dumb rumor. It doesn't need to be stressed over." I said while taking a sunset yellow out. I put the yellow in the little sopt that i had miss with all the over pastels.
"It was from your father wasn't it." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I turned to Desmond in shock. How could he know that? I hid my phone away from him! There's noway he could have known that. I whipped my head over to see if mark was looking over here. He was too into his project to be able to listen to us. I turned back to Desmond.
"How do you know that? I didn't tell you!" I hissed, I began to get worried. Did he go through my phone?
"I didn't take your phone." He said, answering my thoughts instead of the questions I really asked. "It was just the look in your eyes that shown some sort of affection before you read the message. Then when you read it you turned pale. I only thought of your dad was because Tyler told us what happened when they vistied you that day."
He seemed to have a very good explanation and his expression was totally plain when he answered. It made me think he was lying. The way how he answered my thoughts raised my assumption too. If he didn't take my phone he wouldn't have said anything about it.
I sighed and tunred back to my pastel creation. It was finished. It looked like a vortex of beautiful colors. If you looked at it more, it also lookes like a flower with no middle. The waves for it were absalutely perfect with the blue waves and red, with green.
"Yeah, it was my dad. He's been saying the same thing as everyone else has. But it doesn't matter. I know thats it's not the truth and people only say it because they want to be apart of something." I finished. Desmond stared at me for a long time. The bell suddenly rang signalling that lunch was over and time to get back to class. I cleaned up my area and Desmond helped to. When I was about to take the pastels back to where they were, Desmond snatched them from me and put them away himself. When he turned around to see my shocked expression he just smiled and shrugged.
Art class went by so fast it was a blur. I had so much fun just sitting down and relaxing. Mark had the raido on the entire time. The rock music was always playing and the other students would beg him to put something else on. He just smiled and shook his head.
My next class was Gym. I was very excited for that because that would mean another fun and free time class. When I walked through the gym doors, I saw everyone there. I grinned. Finally! A Class with everybody!
I ran toward them and smiled. When they saw me, they all cheered. Especially Max, Ryan, and Cory. I didn't have a class with them at all. Now I do.
"Sweetness! The best class ever and it's with everybody!" Max cheered. He scooped me up and gave me a bone crushing hug. I smiled and tried to break free to breathe. But, although Max was one of those small skinny people. You wouldn't think he was so damn strong!
When he put me down, I felt a hand come down on my head. When I looked up, I saw Tyler with a serious expression on his face. I gave him a questioning expression as I looked around everyone. They all had a serios expression.
"We don't believe that dumbass rumor. Don't worry." Tyler said as he removed his hand off my head. I smiled and nodded. I looked around everyone to now see them smiling.
"So, what are we doing? I pumped and ready to go!"
In the end, we went outside for gym and the group of us just took the football and threw it around. To my surprise even Kristal and Marissa played! They seemed to girly when I first met them but, like they say, you cant judge a book by its cover.
Kristal was the one to throw it at me. When she would throw it, it would come in a perfect twirl and I somtimes though I was going to miss it, making it crack me in the head and be down for the count. But I would catch it and she would smile over at me. I would grin I knew right then that me and her would be one of those competive friendships.
After we got bored of throwing th football. We went and did our own thing but still in close range. Marissa and Kristal were kicking a soccer ball around. Max, Ryan, and Cory were strill playing with the football but literally playing football. It looked painful. Desmond and Tyler were glaring at each other as they threw a baseball back and forth. They were throwing it aefully hard, and they would often back up for more distance. It shocked me how far it went.
Benjamin and I were doing something entirly different from sports. We were doing yoga on the nice green grass. It was Benjamin's idea of course but I would have never thought of him coming up with this. It was both relax and somewhat painful.
"So, you do this everyday? Do people do it with you?" I asked as we did some sort of tricked that involved our feet touching our heads while laying on our stomaches.
"Yeah, but, everyone begins to notice how painful it looks and they just watch me instead. I'm glad you volunteered to do it with me." He said smiling as he unfolded himself from that last trick with ease.
"oohh, I'm gonna hurt in the mornin'." I said as I painfully stopped. When I unfolded myself, i sat on the mat Benjamin placed out for him and I. He stared at me with confused eyes. Then I topled over to the side and just layed there. In lots of pain.
"Don't worry, If I do this till I forty eight, I'll be a pro."
That's when Benjamin burts out laughing. I looked over at him surprised as I watched him roll around laughing. I was shocked. He thought that what I said was Histarical!
He laughed for a long time. Some people eve looked over to see if he was okay. I was worried the he wasn't able breathe but, he finally stopped. But he did chuckle every now and then.
"Trust me, for someone who hasn't done this before, your doing very well." He said looking at his watch. "The stuff that me and you had been doing was very high class. You had to be doing it since you were born."
"Whoa, so im guessing you've been doing it since you were born then." I said also looking at the time. Gym would be over in five minutes. We began to roll up the mats.
"haha, yes, you could be saying that I've been doing yoga since I was born." He said laughing slightly. I was guessing in was an inside joke so I didn't ask what was so funny. But, This did leave me with alot of questions.
