"As a teacher, your job isn't supposed to be about putting a student down in order to make yourself seem right. Your job is to answer a student's question no matter how uneducated it may seem to you. We all know you graduated college since how else would you get this job? I didn't come to school to be the center of attention; I just came here to learn. I asked a question to be enlightened, and not to have to take several seats. I was confused at first, and yes you helped me to no longer be confused, but I'm not supposed to feel embarrassed for asking a question." I said, seriously.
For a moment he stared at me, until he spoke.
"You know you should've won an Oscar award for that little speech you gave." He nodded his head.
"Well--"
"But for talking back, you have detention during lunch time." He said.
"Fuck you, you cunt! You can take your detention slip and shove it up your ass!" I yelled.
...
"Ugh, Kat." Adam poked me in my arm.
"What?" I snapped back into reality, realizing that everyone was staring at me.
"I am the teacher, right?" Mr. Fritos asked.
"Yes you are." I sighed.
"Good, now let's start." He said, while he projected the directions and showed us how to draw, while using the correct technique.
I couldn't believe I imagined cursing him out. The day I cursed out a teacher would be the day that hell freezes over.
I looked at the paper that had different color of paints on it and noticed that there wasn't any more green and yellow paint.
I couldn't color in the grass and sun brown or otherwise it would look shitty. And with the paper already smelling weird, it didn't make it any better.
"Hey Adam." I looked up at him.
"Yeah." He looked at me.
"There isn't any more green and yellow paint."
"Um, okay."
"Okay? Can you get me the green and yellow paint?" I pouted since I didn't feel like getting up.
When I'm in a comfortable position, the last thing I wanted to do was to move, especially when I'm in class.
"Fine," He sighed, "even though I was really into my drawing." He said.
I looked at his and realized mines looked horrible compared to his. The only thing I drew mostly were stick figures, line birds, and basic things.
His however was of a woman staring outside the window. It was extremely detailed and just overall beautiful.
"I love your painting. You should seriously become a professional artist." I smiled.
"Thanks, but I just draw in my spare time." He smiled.
"Can you draw me?" I posed like I was a model.
"Anytime and anywhere." He winked, while I rolled my eyes at him.
"I'll leave you to your painting, while I go get some more paint." I sighed, heading towards the supply closet that was in the back of the room.
As soon as I opened up the door the room felt extremely cold, making me shiver a bit.
I thought that was weird since the classroom was warm. I wondered why the supply room felt like I was in a freezer.
When I looked ahead, I saw a Mona Lisa painting was placed in the middle of the wall.
For a moment, I thought her eyes moved. I honestly felt creeped out since it seemed like I was being watched.
When I quickly saw the green and yellow paint bottles on the top shelf, I quickly picked them up, and ran out the closet room.
After people saw me running, they gave weird looks. How about they spend a night inside that creepy closet? Maybe then they would know how I felt, I thought.
"Hey why are you running?" Adam asked, while I panted.
"I felt like I was being watched, and they have Mona Lisa painting hung up inside the middle of the room." I said, hastily.
"What Mona Lisa painting?" He gave me a questioned look.
"Um, it's inside the supply closet." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Yeah I know that." He rolled his eyes back at me.
He then got up and I followed behind him. When we finally stepped inside the closet, the Mona Lisa was still there. Ha! I knew I wasn't imagining things.
"That's weird," He said, "why would they hang up a painting here?" He asked.
"I don't know." I shrugged my shoulders. When Adam noticed that the eyes of the painting was moving, he jumped a bit and moved closer to me.
"What the fuck?" He muttered.
Suddenly, Mr. Fritos walked inside the art supply room.
"What's going on here?" He asked when he noticed that we were staring at the painting with a confused facial expression.
"Why is there a painting of Mona Lisa here?" Adam looked at him.
"Last week, a couple a drunk and rebel students from one of our rival schools had broken into the school. While they were in here at night, they broke into the art cleaning room supply and somehow managed to punch a whole into the wall. I don't why they would break into here, but a painting was hung here to cover up the damages for now," Mr. Fritos said, while he looked between us.
"Why not buy paint? And why do the eyes of the painting move?" I looked back at the painting.
"Oh that," He said, while he walked towards the painting, "the artist drew Mona Lisa's eyes as an illusion depending on how lights reflects on it. You think that her eyes are moving, but it's not. If you stand in front of it, the eyes are still, but if you stand on either side of it, the eyes move." He said, while both Adam and I got on either side of the painting.
Sure enough the eyes were moving, but when we both took turns and stood in front of the painting, the eyes stayed still.
"Oh...but that painting is creepy as shit." I replied.
"Tell me about it," Adam said.
"Yeah the principal placed it there to scare anyone, who decides to break into the art supply closet at night again." He sighed.
"That's understandable," I nodded my head, "but is that enough to stop them from stealing the art supplies?" I asked.
"No, but the school being updated with high security is." He responded, and soon he left us alone in the room.
"Well I can't stay here any longer," I muttered underneath my breath.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw a glimpse of what seemed to be a frozen hand behind the shelf.
"Fuck, what's that?" I pointed towards it as Adam followed my gaze.
"Do you think--"
"I hope it isn't...you should check it out..." I pushed him, slightly forward.
"Fine, I will but I'm sure is nothing--"
Suddenly, he screamed and I did also with a high pitch voice, feeling my eyes prick with tears. I stopped when he turned around and laughed.
"Fooled ya..." He picked up the fake hand and smirked.
"You asshole," I pinched his nipples, and left before he could respond..
Whether the hand was fake or not, I couldn't imagine staying in a room longer with a painting that gave off weird vibes.
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