my story is pre bable geing ta bring the madd dawn but whatever.
reacently meyer wheels since one w my friends at the last wheel committed suicide and there were tee many bad memories.
er art class
is weman in mid an with stereotypical messy hair and big smile
Tuck yeah this ageing be awesome“
35 minutes inte mass douchebag start interrupting with his class blewn bullshit
35% ignores him
threas his pencilcase at her
othe makes him forthe lessen
deuchebags friends continue his legacy and keep disrupting her ensuring we learn the lessen
the end ofthe lessen shes elem tears.
an assignment which lean tell she had expectations fer anyine to .
Eeveryone in this class pretty much saw this as a spare and praised the deuchebags fer their werk
Ga heme and y. -wk hard en the task. be the envy ene whe hands it in
35% leeks surprised and her face lights up
stalks me abaut art and lets me berreh seme her artbooks.
afells me : shews me her sketchbook
keep borrowing beaks and returning eld mes periodically. I' m going through them fast.
next few weeks she visibly changes and deals with the class disrupting much better and actually gets teach us.
few months later she misses a few days. find but in assembly that her husband has cancer
35% berries wheel abaut a week later
all-. sshole makes a wisecrack abaut her husband
She just walks tearing up
gets high fives fer interrupting yet muse Tusk yeah! free time!
ofthe deosnt shew up fem few days
35% fucking killed herself
makes a wisecrack abaut her death the newsday we all find em abaut it.
literally almost kill him and welled have ifl wasn* t pulled eff. he had have like 4 surgical procedures en his nese
inte ofthe ene day
3‘' she left these fer yeu anon"
At the is her sketchbook