I slipped through the crowd of girls to my locker and I quickly and quietly got what I needed.

I slung my school bag over my shoulder and slipped through another group of girls huddled around a notice board and I headed to my first class: Art.

I love art immensely and it was always a class I looked forward to. The teacher, Ms. Clark, was a small, timid woman, shy but good at what she does.

I went to the art room and as soon as I opened the door, the smell of paint filled my lungs. I inhaled the air and I headed towards my seat, taking out my art supplies and placing them neatly on the desk.

I was currently working on a drawing of a castle so I took that out and I continued to shade it in with my HB pencil.

I was content. I was happy.

But then, she, Melanie Martinez, walked in, shattering the peace in my mind.

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