"So basically that asshole you hired, Mr. H. Stole my drawing, then didn't give it back. He also made me answer a question that he knew I couldn't answer because I'm not fucking Einstein! He also yelled at me for being on my phone. Also I may or may not have scratched his car with my key?" I mumbled. Phil just shook his head. "Oh George. I'm not going to suspend you or anything since I know you've grown tired of those but I will have to give you a detention."

"Come on Phil! Please?" I beg, he just shakes his head. "I can't George, if H Bomb presses charges against you that's another thing I have to deal with!" I just roll my eyes, "Let the asshole take my parents money." I mumble. He doesn't listen and moves on. "So you have detention in one of the science classes at 3, okay?" I just mumbled a quick 'yeah yeah' and left.

I didn't go back to class. Why would I? To get yelled at? To make fun of another teacher? No thanks. 15 minutes. 15 minutes until I have detention. Do I plan on going? Nope. What am I going to do? I don't know. Phil's obviously going to be with Techno and Wilbur, and Tommy for that matter so they're off the list. Karl, I could hang out with Karl but I'm pretty sure he's going on a date with duck and ninja boy or something today so I'll leave them. I could make new friends? Pfft I'm overestimating myself a bit here.

I don't really feel like sitting in the dorm room alone though. "AlOnE? wHeReS dReAm?" As if I care enough to see where he is. I don't even like his company either, he says one thing then goes his own stuff which is fine by me but still.

School. Shitty school. I hate the person who woke up and chose violence that day because they came up with this place. I could go to detention, but then I'm giving the teachers what they want? But it's in a science class. I could mess around? Yup.

I made my way towards the science classes passing through everyone trying to leave the school. I doubt school will be on by time I'm done today. I walked up the stairs paying no attention to anyone or thing around me, just thinking of all the things I could do. When I got to the classrooms I looked through all the windows looking for either Mr H or Phil at the front of a class.

First class, empty. Second class, empty again. Third class, kids making out. Fourth class, empty. Fifth class, Phil. Bingo. I opened the door and Phil turned to look at me, he smiled. "George! Didn't think you would come! Take a seat and you can leave in an two hours." Two? Hours? "I just have to sit there?" I ask, Phil just nodded. "Yup, you also can't talk to anyone!" Talk to anyone? I though no one else was here?

Looking around the room I groaned when my eyes landed on a familiar dirty blond. "Why Phil, why? First, a detention? Then, you make me spend two hours. Yes two! In a room with him!" Phil just gave a smile. I hate this man sometimes. I heard Dream scoff. "Oh shut it." I scowl, he just shrugs and goes back on his phone.

"So have fun I guess? I'll be back soon." Phil waved and left the room, locking it behind him. "I swear to god if it wasn't for what he did in England I'd kill that old man!" I groan throwing my bag by a random desk. "What'd he do?" I can apparently never be left alone. "Gave me a place to get away from hell for a bit." I reply.

Boredom. Boredom. And even more boredom. It's been 15 minutes! I'm currently spinning on the teachers chair while Dream doing god knows what on his phone. I thought about drawing on the chalk board a few times but I couldn't be bothered to get up. Now I can. I got up and grabbed a piece of chalk. What to draw?

"Draw me." You've got to be kidding me. "No." "Why not?" He pouts, I rolled my eyes, "Why should I draw you?" I ask. He just shrugged, "Dunno." Dipshit. I stood there for a minute debating on who to draw. Karl? He's the main one I'm thinking about drawing. Wilbur? Maybe. Techno? Another maybe? Sapnap? I could.. Quackity? I've never really seen what he looks like, I only know he has black hair and a beanie? Dream? Pfft. I'd have to hit my head a thousand times over, loose my memory see his ugly ass face to even consider drawing him.

After staring at the chalk board for a good 5 minutes I ended the debate in my mind by deciding Karl. Why? I don't fucking know. He's my friend, I know what he looks like and i just want to? So I started drawing him. Only his face though, the boards too small for his whole body and chalk is impossible to use for small details when your left handed. I have the worst life, shitty parents, being shipped away to a school in the other side of the world, a shitty colourblindness so I can only see pissy yellow and blue, and I'm left handed. Like pick a struggle.

I'm not going to lie. I hate chalk, like so much. It just goes through me. Especially when it scrapes the board and makes a horrible sound, or when you accidentally scratch the chalk and it goes under your nails. It's just horrible but I'm bored so I'll deal with it.

Eyes. Fucking evil things. Who in the right mind can actually draw two eyes perfectly? Even if you do draw them perfectly you sure as hell didn't mean to. You were probably drawing it over and over again until you got it right. That's why I draw things covering the eyes most of the time, evil assholes.

You know art teachers aren't very helpful, and they're full of shit. "SoRrY iTs BaD i CaNt DrAw AhAhA" lying bitches. They'll say that an then draw the Mona Lisa or some shit, don't become an art teacher if you can't draw you dense mother fucker. Also they expect you to have drawn and absolute master piece in 10 minutes? Fuck off, it's not my fault they talk all the time. If you ask them for help they just draw it for you, like excuse me bitch that doesn't help me learn how to do it. What if I want to be an artist but can't draw something? Do they expect me to run to them with the canvas, "CaN yOu HeLp Me PlEaSe?" Idiots.

Hair. What a way to give your self cramp. Why is there so much? If you draw a block of hair it looks like shit but then if you draw loads of singular pieces of hair it looks like noodles. It's so annoying. If you want to give your self cramp then draw some hair, if drawing a bunch of lines doesn't give you a cramp then you've got a fake arm.

Finally, after a shit ton of mistakes and having to shake my arm to wake it up Karl's finished! I used about three pieces of chalk to draw him because apparently chalk is nothing like a pencil and goes down after a few lines. I stood back and looked at the drawing. It was actually pretty good considering I could only use chalk. I have like an hour left as well so I can make something with the chemicals.

"Woah. You can draw." "No shit Sherlock." I replied, "No like I saw your drawing in math and this is amazing. Like you can really draw it's not just a trick where it's actually shit but you smudge it to make it look better." Why does he continue to talk to me? "Mhm." People can call me an asshole all they want but I don't care, I don't like Dream and he doesn't like me.

At least I think he doesn't.