[February 26th, 2018]
KC's POV
Marley picked Lucas Aaron and I up for school. We took Aaron to the daycare and headed to art class.
"Morning class," Mr. Jackson said.
"Morning," we all said.
"Today, I'd like you all to draw the most beautiful person or thing you have ever seen. It can be anyone or anything, but here's the catch," of course there's a catch, "I want you to draw from your best memory, no picture, no looking at the person." Farkle and I were the only ones that began drawing right away. I know Lucas would draw either Riley or the foal he had birthed if he were here. He's told me before that it's a close call, which made me laugh. Mr. Jackson went around the room looking at our drawings.
"After you are all done," he said. "You will each go up, one by one, in front of the class, show and explain who or what your drawing is of and why that person or thing is the most beautiful person or thing to you." I glanced at everyone's faces to see their reaction. Some looked surprised, some just looked focused on their drawings. Once he confirmed that we were all done, he asked me to go first. I went in front of the class and set my drawing on the easel.
"I did two in the same drawing," I said. "Even though that wasn't included in the assignment… I felt I needed to. This," I said pointing at the left side of the drawing, "is my son on the day he was born. He was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen…a perfect mix between his father and I. And this…" I pointed at the right side of the drawing. "This is the blossoming relationship between my son and my boyfriend, Farkle. This is the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life so far." Farkle blushed as he smiled at me.
Farkle went up. "I drew a cross and a road." I smiled. "I recently, in the last two years, found God. And what He did for us two-thousand years ago, dying on the cross, is the most beautiful thing that I'll ever know. God's love is the most beautiful thing."
"What about the road, Farkle?" Mr. Jackson asked.
"The road," Farkle said. "As you can see, the road leads to now. God led me to where I am right now. God led me to, well, KC," he said with a smile.
"Thank you, Farkle," Mr. Jackson said. "Darby, can you show us yours?" She went up in front of the class.
"Well," she said. "I drew the word love. Love is beautiful."
"Alright," he said. He continued with everyone. We found out that Marley drew Lucas Aaron and I, and said our relationship was the most beautiful thing because she hadn't seen anything like it before, and said she hoped that, once she had children, she'd have the same type of relationship with them. Maya drew our family {mom, Shawn, me, Aaron, and her} and said that family is the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. She's always wanted a true family, and thought she'd never have a niece or nephew. Everyone soon finished explaining their drawings.
We went to Mr. Matthews' class. Riley seemed pretty happy. She had decided to focus more on herself. This made me really happy for her. Everything that happened with Lucas you could tell had taken a toll on her. She was doing better and enjoying our company as friends. I let her know I was there for her.
"Good morning everybody," Mr. Matthews said. "The American Civil War!"
"The American Civil bore!" Maya said, jokingly. Mr. Matthews cracked a smile. "Yeah, that didn't work."
"Can anyone explain what that was?" Farkle raised his hand.
"It was the United States divided into two, fighting each other," he said. "Even siblings joined opposite sides and killed each other."
"What was the fight over?" Mr. Matthews asked.
"Slavery and whether it should have been abolished in territories that weren't states yet," Zay said. "The ones for slavery were called the confederates, and the ones against slavery were called the union."
"So brothers, possibly even fathers and sons, fought and killed each other because of differing beliefs," Mr. Matthews said. "KC, Maya, have you two ever gotten into a fight?"
"We've gotten into arguments," I said. "But we've never gotten into a fight that would include violence. Not a fight."
"Could you even think of having such a differing belief that you would possibly kill each other over it?"
"Of course not," Maya said. "I can't believe anyone would do something like that."
"No," I said.
"Do any of you know how many lives were taken in that war?" Mr. Matthews asked.
"10,000?" Marley asked.
"625,000," Zay said.
"Correct, Mr. Babineaux," Mr. Matthews said.
"The confederates decided to count blacks out of the 'All men are created equal' part of the constitution," Farkle said. "Because they didn't consider them humans."
"Which is absurd," I said.
"Have you ever seen the same type of things we've talked about today in the modern world?"
"People fight and kill others over the same type of things they fought over back then, now," Zay said. "There's shootings and stabbings over big and little situations."
"Like Christina Grimmie almost two years ago," I said. "I mean, it may have not been over her beliefs, but it was more over his own twisted beliefs. He was completely obsessed with her. He had the mindset of 'If I can't have her, no one can'."
"That is pretty similar to the civil war," Farkle said. "I mean they basically had a similar mindset- 'If I can't have it my way, then they can't have it their way'."
"The shooting the day after was over contrary beliefs," Riley said.
"True," I said. "I don't agree with that lifestyle, but I would never kill anyone over it. We all sin. I'll warn others about sin, out of love, but I don't understand why others use hatred and violence towards the people that don't agree with them. We're called to love each other, not hate each other."
"Very good points," Mr. Matthews said.
After school, we all went to Topanga's. Farkle and Marley started their shifts and I set up the equipment. I started playing and started singing "Broken Girl" by Matthew West. This song reminds me of my life when I was younger- how my father treated me and how Derrick treated me- and it reminded me of God's love and what I have with Farkle.
Look what he's done to you
It isn't fair
Your light was bright and new
But he didn't care
He took the heart of a little girl
And made it grow up too fast
Now words like "innocence"
Don't mean a thing
You hear the music play
But you can't sing
Those pictures in your mind
Keep you locked up inside your past
This is a song for the broken girl
The one pushed aside by the cold, cold world
You are
Hear me when I say
You're not the worthless they made you feel
There is a Love they can never steal away
And you don't have to stay the broken girl
Those damaged goods you see
In your reflection
Love sees them differently
Love sees perfection
A beautiful display
Of healing on the way tonight
Tonight
This is a song for the broken girl
The one pushed aside by the cold, cold world
You are
Hear me when I say
You're not the worthless they made you feel
There is a Love they can never steal away
And you don't have to stay the broken girl
Let your tears touch to the ground
Lay your shattered pieces down
And be amazed
By how Grace
Can take a broken girl
And put her back together again
This is a song for the broken girl
The one pushed aside by the cold, cold world
You are
Hear me when I say
You're not the worthless they made you feel
There is a Love they can never steal away
And you don't have to stay the broken girl
You don't have to stay the broken girl
Author's Note: Just a fun fact about a couple of songs I've had in this Fanfic (or rather the artist), "Upside Down" and "Anything But" both by Dalton Cyr. I've been listening to his music since he was about 12 to 13 (since I was 16 to 17). The fun fact about him is that he is friends with Cecilia Balagot aka Smackle. They were going to be in an Amazon Prime show called "A History of Radness" together, but it wasn't picked up. If you haven't checked out his music, I definitely recommend you give it a listen. Isaak Presley (Stuck In The Middle) would have also been in it.