#truthladen

              AND JUST LIKE THAT,  she  stood  alone  in  the  hallway.  being  lost  on  your  first  day  is  h o r r i b l e,  and  of  course  hazel  get  lost.  a  DEEP  SIGH  escaped  her  lips  as  she  looked  down  to  the  paper  she  was  holding.  it  said  she  has  math  the  first  period,  but  where  the  hell  is  math ??    ❝ -       are  you  fucking  kidding  me ?? ❞  she  breathed,  feeling  pretty  devastated.

   she’s used to being disrupted;   it’s what she expects when she uses a random classroom as her painting studio during her free periods.  ( but she couldn’t just leave and escape to her own makeshift studio.  she’s already in trouble for being late for the third time that week. )    luella had stopped fussing when people saw her art before it was finished at this point,  instead sending a turquoise glance toward the intruder before fixating her calculating gaze on the painting again.

    “what do you think?”  she asks,  tilting her head forward to motion at the canvas covered in aggressive reds and consuming blacks,  a swirl of abstract strokes to form the image of a CAR WRECK  -  a tribute to the fallen baseball star of liberty high that had died in the tragic accident.   “is it too ... dark?”  she thinks it’s perfect.  the reality isn’t sugar-coated or masked by pastel colors.   it was a death,  meant to be marked with bold colors that demanded the focus of the message of the image. 

UR WELC,, ,, IT HAS SAVED MY LIFE BEFORE TBH

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