Post by Alex Thomas on Feb 21, 2009 23:21:54 GMT -6
And I don’t want the world to see me…
Love songs, they kill me, they kill me...now. Love songs are killing me, are killing me...right now. Love songs are killing me, are killing me...right now. Alex was staying after school to work on an art project. He had his I-Home set up and Cinema Bizarre was blasting out of the speakers. He had a large piece of paper set up on an easel and a box of colored chalk sitting on a stool next to the easel. He had the red chalk in his hands and was studying his work from a few feet back. Then he stepped forward, closer to the artwork and started working again, his hand flying over the page. He’d been working a lot since his encounter with Cody, to keep his mind off of everything. He didn’t want to think about it; and, he wasn’t going to talk to the junior. He was determined to just let it go; it just needed time and it wouldn’t bother him anymore. He bit his lip, furrowing his brow as he worked. He dropped the red into the basket of chalk and brushed his hands off on his jeans before grabbing the black.
He smiled slightly as he added black to the mix of yellow, red, and orange that was on the page already. Their assignment was to think of their home and draw the first thing that came to their mind. Alex’s drawing wasn’t anything distinct, it was more a blur of colors. He didn’t know what the teacher would say, but he didn’t care. To him, his home wasn’t anything concrete, it wasn’t something pleasant. It was a jumbled mess of negative emotions; and, that’s what he wanted to convey. Whether or not anyone else got it from his work, he didn’t care, because it held meaning to him. He sang along softly with the song and dropped the black into the basket. He grabbed the blue, but dropped it onto the floor accidently. After picking it up, he realized there was someone standing by the door. He turned down the music a bit, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge the person’s presence.
…Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.
Love songs, they kill me, they kill me...now. Love songs are killing me, are killing me...right now. Love songs are killing me, are killing me...right now. Alex was staying after school to work on an art project. He had his I-Home set up and Cinema Bizarre was blasting out of the speakers. He had a large piece of paper set up on an easel and a box of colored chalk sitting on a stool next to the easel. He had the red chalk in his hands and was studying his work from a few feet back. Then he stepped forward, closer to the artwork and started working again, his hand flying over the page. He’d been working a lot since his encounter with Cody, to keep his mind off of everything. He didn’t want to think about it; and, he wasn’t going to talk to the junior. He was determined to just let it go; it just needed time and it wouldn’t bother him anymore. He bit his lip, furrowing his brow as he worked. He dropped the red into the basket of chalk and brushed his hands off on his jeans before grabbing the black.
He smiled slightly as he added black to the mix of yellow, red, and orange that was on the page already. Their assignment was to think of their home and draw the first thing that came to their mind. Alex’s drawing wasn’t anything distinct, it was more a blur of colors. He didn’t know what the teacher would say, but he didn’t care. To him, his home wasn’t anything concrete, it wasn’t something pleasant. It was a jumbled mess of negative emotions; and, that’s what he wanted to convey. Whether or not anyone else got it from his work, he didn’t care, because it held meaning to him. He sang along softly with the song and dropped the black into the basket. He grabbed the blue, but dropped it onto the floor accidently. After picking it up, he realized there was someone standing by the door. He turned down the music a bit, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge the person’s presence.
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