Speak

by sesshomarusshikonmiko

Kagome is probably one of the worst high school students for what happend at one party and she had to call the police. She is now hated by most of the school. Sesshomaru knows somethings wrong but only close friends know her problem. Will Sesshomaru figure out her problem. Read and Find out. Rated M For Language and Adult Situations.

4. Sanctuary

Sanctuary

Art followed after lunch, like a dream follows a horrible nightmare. The classroom is, by far, the most wonderful, out of the whole school.

It's at the far end of the building and has long, south-facing windows. It doesn't get much light though it's pretty cool. It's light enough for people to draw, paint, do whatever, then also it's dark enough for a nap.

It's dusty in a clean-dirt kind of way. The floor has layers, upon layers, upon layers of dried paint, but I like the walls the best.

The walls were plastered with sketches of tormented teenagers, and fat cats. The Bookshelves had all kinds of clay pots and statues. A radio plays my favorite station.

Our art teacher is a major beauty! My God, I would die to get a piece of her! She has a Double D Rack, with a thick ass, and curves to show! She has a beautiful smile as well. Me and Kagura were ogling her like she was the best thing since sliced bread.

Although, she was a little crazy in the head, but I was happy for two reasons. One: I had a fine ass teacher, Two: This was the last class of the day, and after words I'd go home.

I sit at the table closest to her desk. Rin's in this class. She sits by the door. I kept staring at her, trying to get her to look at me. Either Rin has a great force field, or my laser vision isn't very strong. She won't look at me. Won't even give me a quick side way glance. I would sit with her if I could. She knows art.

Ms. Kurisaki. That's out teachers name. Ms. Kurisaki turns off the wheel and grabs a piece of chalk without washing her hands. "SOUL," she writes on the board. The clay follows the chalk, like blood following a dead body.

"This is where you can find your soul, your very core, if you try! Where you touch the darkest, ugliest, most dirty part of yourself…and make it look beautiful! Do not come ask me how to draw a face. Ask me how to find the core of this very Earth!" she says.

I sneak a look behind me to Kagura. She looks at me and mouths, "This bitch is crazy." I chuckle a little, but not enough to draw attention. She's right. This bitch is crazy…but I can live with that.

Art is still my most favorite class.