Chapter Four
Having Arlene as a friend made school a little more tolerable for Hunter. She would meet him at their table every lunch hour and they’d say goodbye at the end of the day. That didn’t mean the mornings were any better, by any means; some of Frankie’s friends would say shit about him in Geography. It didn’t hurt him or anything (so what if he was drawing the whole class? More entertaining than the actual lesson), but what did bother him was that Frankie would sit there and do absolutely nothing.
“I don’t get it,” Arlene told him between classes. “She seems nice enough at cheer practice.”
“Yeah, because they’re all two-faced bitches,” He grumbled.
She didn’t respond. The halls were pretty crowded, did she get stuck behind some senior? He turned to where she was supposed to be …show more content…
“Why?”
“You draw your super-awesome level sixty-seven mage knight from Realm of Doom,” she clarified, “and then you draw the defeat of the evil cheer goblins.”
“What good is that going to do?”
She shrugged. “Seems more your style than writing in a diary.”
Fair point.
When he was younger, he was always forced to sit at Miles’ basketball games, and he hated it. He didn’t care for the sport, or any sport for that matter, and all he had to entertain him was his Nintendo DS. One time, he was so bored of the game-of-the-week that he resorted to Pictochat. He spent the rest of the game sending messages to himself and doodle as much as he could in that tiny chat window.
It wasn’t too long before he discovered that he was not only good at art, but he actually enjoyed it too. He would never focus on creating anything in particular. It would just…happen. Sketchbooks were filled with lines that didn’t make much sense but meant something in the moment. He never threw any away. He also kept them hidden.
Hunter looked back at Arlene. “Yeah, maybe,” he humoured; if anything, it would be too abstract of a sketch to set a scene
Having Arlene as a friend made school a little more tolerable for Hunter. She would meet him at their table every lunch hour and they’d say goodbye at the end of the day. That didn’t mean the mornings were any better, by any means; some of Frankie’s friends would say shit about him in Geography. It didn’t hurt him or anything (so what if he was drawing the whole class? More entertaining than the actual lesson), but what did bother him was that Frankie would sit there and do absolutely nothing.
“I don’t get it,” Arlene told him between classes. “She seems nice enough at cheer practice.”
“Yeah, because they’re all two-faced bitches,” He grumbled.
She didn’t respond. The halls were pretty crowded, did she get stuck behind some senior? He turned to where she was supposed to be …show more content…
“Why?”
“You draw your super-awesome level sixty-seven mage knight from Realm of Doom,” she clarified, “and then you draw the defeat of the evil cheer goblins.”
“What good is that going to do?”
She shrugged. “Seems more your style than writing in a diary.”
Fair point.
When he was younger, he was always forced to sit at Miles’ basketball games, and he hated it. He didn’t care for the sport, or any sport for that matter, and all he had to entertain him was his Nintendo DS. One time, he was so bored of the game-of-the-week that he resorted to Pictochat. He spent the rest of the game sending messages to himself and doodle as much as he could in that tiny chat window.
It wasn’t too long before he discovered that he was not only good at art, but he actually enjoyed it too. He would never focus on creating anything in particular. It would just…happen. Sketchbooks were filled with lines that didn’t make much sense but meant something in the moment. He never threw any away. He also kept them hidden.
Hunter looked back at Arlene. “Yeah, maybe,” he humoured; if anything, it would be too abstract of a sketch to set a scene