Hello Friends! It's been a while, but hey, we're all in this together! (had to) Can any of you guys guess what drink I'm practically addicted to. It's nothing with alcohol, but it does have caffeine. Okay, I'm going to quit wasting your precious time, and get on with it.
Chapter 6
They still just sit there. "Okay, what's the big deal, it's just a whole bunch of tattoos?" I say. They're not just a whole bunch of tattoos. They are something more than that to me. There's a meaning behind each and every one of them. Although, I won't ever tell any of them the meanings. "It-it-I-it's amazing. There has to be a meaning behind it all. Not many people would just tattoo their bodies for fun." Four said continuing. I shake my head. And turn to start erasing the chalk board. "There is a meaning behind them all. It's actually a really long story but, none of you will ever find it out. These are my secrets to hide, not yours." I turn back around to see Tori putting pictures of each of their desk.
"Look at that. That is real art. Someone drew that, then had it tattooed on them. I expect a lot from all of you. The only difference between you and my advanced art class is that you guys have music to pair with the difficult aspects of art. To be honest, you are probably the more advanced. Before I give y'all your assignments, I need you all to draw something extraordinary, not something easy. If you draw flowers, pick a very hard flower. Okay?" Tori says as she turns away. "Oh, and two more things," Tori says turning on her heel. "You all call me Tori or I'll make Six stab you in the eye with a pencil. And for your drawings, y'all are only allowed to use number two pencils." I hear groans go around the class, but they obey. Drawing with number two pencils isn't that hard, I don't understand why they're complaining. (I actually prefer to draw with a number 2 pencil than with a regular drawing pencil)
"Tori, I'm bored!" I whine. I literally have nothing to do. I don't need to draw anything to be in the class since I've already shown proof, Tori would let me have a pencil, she took the chalk from me, I swear she wants me to die from boredom. "Then sing or something. I know you can find something to do. Remember the last time I bailed you. You were drumming a sick beat with sticks and the bars." I sigh. "Fine where are the instruments because there is no way in hell I'm singing right now, that is unless you have a recording booth somewhere in here." I say looking around the room. I don't want people to hear my voice. I don't care if they hear me play instruments.
Tori presses a button, and it reveals a window to a recording studio, and a few more doors that lead to, what I'm guessing, where the instruments are held. My eyes light up as I look at it all. I can't wait to get playing.
Hey, I know it's really short, but, umm…I kinda don't haven an excuse this time. Well can I just say that my foot hurts life living hell itself! I had a soccer game and some kid stepped on my foot and now it's bruising and it hurts and then it spreads to my ankle and then it spreads to my knee. Then it hurts like a bitch for a little while, then it stops all together for five minutes, then it starts all over again. Then on top of all of that I have a damn head ache that won't go away, so yeah I'm stuck in a fucking pain bubble. That's all I have for now.
Until next time weirdos,
Fourtris will last