Previously

After everyone else finished running, Mr. Error let us change back into our regular clothes.

I look at my schedule again.

'Art with Mr. Ink? Okay, sure.'

Now

I walk around the first floor, trying to find the art room. I come across a door with numerous splatters of paint on it. I look through the door window just to make sure. I see a skeleton at a desk, who I would think is Mr. Ink, spinning his pen. On the walls are paintings of abstract art and intricate designs.

'This should be the right place.'

I open the door slowly and walk in. To avoid drawing attention to myself, I quickly find a seat and sit down like the other students.

The second bell rings and all the students sit down. Mr. Ink stands up from his desk to introduce himself.

"Good morning, everyone! My name is Mr.-"

Abruptly, the door slams open and there was PJ.

"PJ, why are you late?" asks Mr. Ink.

"That's none of your business," he replies, avoiding the question.

He closes the door and sits down. RIGHT NEXT TO ME. As it is the only empty seat in the classroom.

'You're screwed!'

"Now, where was I before I was so rudely interrupted? Oh yes! My name is Mr. Ink..."

I zone out again and just observe his appearance.

He is wearing a brown/orange cotton V-neck sweater with a gray collared shirt underneath it. He has another sweater tied around his hips. He is also wearing black pants and shoes. A pair of sunglasses are propped on his head. His eyes are multicolored pinpricks with a star on his left eye.

'Looks a lot like PJ's eyes...'

"Alright, guys! Your first project is to create a landscape using watercolors with the person next to you..."

My eyes widen at the words 'person next to you.' The person next to me...is PJ...

'Oh God, why does this happen to me?'

Mr. Ink goes around the classroom handing out the paper. After he gives us our paper, PJ whispers to me.

"Listen here, new kid. I want you to do the whole project without my help but I still want 50% of the credit. If you do that, maybe I won't try to kill you during lunch," He smiles sinisterly.

I nod in a terrified manner and he smirks, "Good."

He leans his chair back and relaxes while I am busy writing down ideas for the landscapes. I finally come up with the idea of drawing a cherry blossom tree near a river.

It was and still is one of my favorite hangout places. It was quiet and peaceful with no one to disturb me.

I climbed on the cherry blossom tree and sat down on one of the branches. The shade protecting me from the beaming heat of the sun. I took out my headphones from my bag and connected it to my phone and tried to let the whole world around me disappear.

'You were the shadow to my light...'

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the music. I couldn't stop thinking about mom and dad. Tears started streaming down my face as the music continued.

'Where are you now?
Was it all in my fantasy?
Where are you know?
Were you only imaginary?'

'Mom! Dad! Where are you!?'

"Hey, crybaby...!" a male voice snaps me out of my flashback.

I look next to me to see PJ, staring at me with confusion.

"S-sorry..." I stutter and wipes the tears from my eyes with my sleeve.

I continue sketching and see 2 tear stains on the paper.

'Dang it, (Y/N)! Why are you such a crybaby?'

By the time the bell rang, I have sketched out the entire drawing.

I am about to leave the classroom when Mr. Ink calls my name.

"(Y/N)?

I look back at Mr. Ink and he signals me to walk to him. I tense up and sweat but do so anyway.

'You did something wrong! You DEFINITELY did something wrong!!'

"Y-Yes, Mr. I-Ink?"

"Don't look so tense, (Y/N). You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just concerned about today."

"W-What do you mean?"

"I saw you crying and I want to know what's wrong."

"I-It's...um...n-nothing."

"Hm...alright. But please, if there is something wrong, please let me know. I don't like seeing my students so unhappy."

"O-okay...t-thank you, Mr. Ink. I-I'll see you t-tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow. (Y/N)," he smiles at me with such a kind manner that I couldn't help but smile back at him, though still looking nervous.

I walk out of the classroom and take out my schedule.

"Monster history with Mr. Nightmare. Doesn't sound too bad."

~A/N~

Thanks for reading my book! If you see any mistakes at all, such as grammar, spelling, etc., please please please tell me!
Also, please don't expect consistent days for me to upload.

Word count: 845 words (including A/N)

*nopes away*