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Susan Quimby was glad when the school bell rung. Finally she could be outside and enjoy the cool breeze in the month of March. There was something about the outside that gave her the motivation to draw. Before heading over to her locker, she had passed by the assistant principal who had questioned her where she was going to go after school. Susan hated the fact that he had to know about her whereabouts. It wasn't any of his concern where she was going but she knew that she couldn't lie to him about where she was going. Her answer was that she was going to stay after school for a project. This wasn't a technical lie for she was going to stay on the school grounds and work on an art project, though she had kept that fact as a secret.

She held onto her art supplies and headed out to the school's courtyard. The warmth of the sun wasn't as potent as it was in the summer but it was enough to balance the coolness of the breeze. Setting out her canvas on the ground, she splayed out the tubes of paint that she had gathered in her arms and looked at her surroundings. There were so many things to draw inspiration from, and she hoped that this time, it wouldn't come out looking like a caricature. Before her, her mother had made painting look so easy. She was able to draw inspiration from something on the spot without giving it a second thought, and she had been successful with it.

A sigh escaped Susan's lips at the idea of her mother. It was like a part of Susan had been ripped away ever since her mother died a year ago. It had been a tough year, to the point where Susan had not spoken with anyone. Everyone had their own way of grieving but she had her grandmother to thank for bringing her out of that grief. Her uncle on the other hand had disapproved of his sister's choices, especially her going down the artistic route, and when she had died Susan didn't remember him ever uttering her name. Could this have been guilt that he felt or did he just despise his sister? When he had seen that Susan shared the same passion for artwork, he had tried to remove that passion from her. Susan had fought him nonstop for it, to the point where she had won but she could still see that he held some form of criticism for her choices.

Susan didn't care what her uncle thought of her choices. She was trying to bring back the happiness that she had before and he wasn't helping by taking away the one thing that bought her joy. She uncapped one of the tubes and squirted it onto the blank canvas before taking a brush and creating streaks on the canvas. It was amazing how a blank canvas could become artwork in a matter of minutes, or hours depending on how good the artist was. Looking up before her, she took an object in consideration and made it part of her painting. She felt as if her mind was working a hundred miles per hour and she had finally escaped in the world of painting.

Squinting closer to a section of her artwork, she used her finger and blended two colors together creating an orange color. Color combinations was her favorite part about painting. She swirled her pain brush against a dollop of red and twisted it around, giving it a flower petal effect. She was too engrossed in creating the same style throughout her painting that she didn't notice a shadow leaning over her.

"Who do we have here?" a known voice said.

Susan stopped painting and rolled her eyes. She knew too well to whom that voice belonged to. "What do you want, Jennifer?" she whipped around the group and looked at them. Jennifer, Jodie, Christina, Katie, and Claire. Looking at how they stood and the clothes that they wore, one would think that they stepped off a SuperTeen magazine but to Susan, they simply looked ridiculous. "Couldn't come without your Bananarama group?"

Jennifer raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be a joke, Quimby? At least I'm not the one looking like I came out of a Woodstock festival."

"Go and victimize someone else, I'm not in the mood," Susan said as she began to gather her items.

Jennifer placed her hands on her hips and turned to look at her group. Her eyes bounced from one girl to another as she decided who's loyalty she was going to test, and which one was worthy to remain in the group. "Claire," she said as her eyes fell on the redhead. "I think we ought to give Quimby a lesson in manners don't you think?"

What are you planning now, Jennifer? Claire thought as she looked at the ringleader. She adjusted her neck and held her chin higher in the air with a slight smile upon her lips. "I think so," she said to Jennifer.

"Take her canvas and bring it here," Jennifer said and Claire complied to her demands.

"What are you doing?" Susan looked in confusion. The moment that Claire grabbed her canvas, she reached over and grabbed the other end of it. "Hey, Daphne!" she yelled at Claire, using the name of the famous Scooby-Doo character, as she pulled her canvas, "get your manicured paws off of this."

Katie walked over and gave Susan a push causing her to lose her balance. "Oof!" Susan grunted as her body made contact with the grass.

"Hmm," Jennifer hummed out as she looked at the painting that Susan had drawn. "What is this even supposed to be?" she turned the canvas upside down and looked at it in every direction that she could think of. "You call this artwork? My grandma can draw better than this and she's ninety." She let the canvas fall from her hands and onto the grass.

Susan flinched upon witnessing that. Not only had the paint not dried, but grass was going to be stuck onto it. Whatever, she was going to find a way to incorporate the grass into her painting. Maybe it would make it better. "Are we done now?" Susan asked her, "I don't have time to deal with you."

"Is that so?" Jennifer asked as she took a step forward and onto the canvas. The heel of her shoe poked through the canvas. She took another step and the canvas resulted in another hole inflicted by the heel. "Oops."

Susan heard the sound and looked at her artwork. Her hands clenched into fists as she kept her eyes glued to the canvas. Oh that...that crossed the line right there! She reached towards her paintbrush and flung paint onto Jennifer's clothes.

A scream escaped Jennifer's lips as she threw her arm in the air to defend herself against the paint. "Why you little bit-" she cursed only for Susan to squeeze a tube of paint onto Jennifer's clothes.

Susan would have continued to squirt paint at her but she grinned at the color combination that the paint had caused. "Wow Jennifer," she smirked, "brown isn't your color at all...if you know what I mean."

Jennifer was about to launch herself at Susan only to be grabbed by Claire and Jodie. "She's not worth it Jennifer," Jodie said to her, "you don't want to associate with someone of low status."

"Careful," Susan said as she glared at the group of girls, "this low status will fling more paint at you."

Upon that threat, the group of girls quickly ran away from Susan and her tubes of paint. Susan muttered under her breath as she gathered her items. Though it wasn't long before she noticed a well-polished shoe in front of her eyes. Raising her head, she saw the vice principal towering over her and with that, Susan knew that she was in trouble.