The next day I decide on wearing my one sided strap black shirt that shows my dragon tattoo perfectly, with my black ripped skinny jeans and spikey boots. I have to wear that skin coloured strapless bra though an unfortunately there's matching underwear.

I pull my hair into a one sided ponytail on the opposite side of my tattoo and put in a spikey bow with my dyed fringe hanging on the same side as my ponytail. I put some mousse in my ponytail to tease it and put a bunch of bangles over my arms as well as my wolf dragon necklace my dad gave me. I take my spiky leatherjacket and put it on.

I walk downstairs and grab an apple and run into Calum "Jesus, Are you living here now?" I ask annoyed as he chuckles at me and grab his bag as well as mine. "NO, but you're driving with us so I come here extra early so you won't run off," he says and I'm not sure if it's a joke or not.

I walk out following Calum who has my backpack slung over his shoulder along with his own. I glare at hi the whole way to the car. "What's with the death glare, what did Calum do this time?" Michael chuckles.

Calum turns around confused and looks kind of hurt. "Not leaving me alone..." I mumble under my breath as I get in the car, again sitting on Luke's lap. "You should really get a bigger car. I can already see Lexi tense by sitting on Calum's lap," I tell Ashton and he laughs saying something about 'If money could grow on trees' or some shit.

It's true Lexi seems to hate physical contact, yesterday at gym someone touched her leg and that person went flying to the other side of the room, almost like when I slapped Calum and Michael threw Nyx, luckily it was some kind of wrestling game and the coach "Thought" she was just trying to win, but the guy went straight for her legs and her reaction wasn't the happiest...

Luke's arms snake around my waist, taking me out of my thoughts. I stiffen, but he seems to be zoned out, so that was just an instinct I guess, but it doesn't mean that I won't kick his ass. I contain my anger but Michael seems to notice the slight smoke coming from my nostrils and the sense state of my body and finds the source... Luke's arms.

He nudges Luke and gives him a frightened 'Let go" look and Luke seems to catch on as he removes his arms from my waist which makes me tense a little less, but the fact that I'm still sitting on his lap is infuriating.

I need to get my own car, these people won't leave me alone and I feel like crying and throwing a tantrum out of frustration.

We park in the lot and I push Lexi out and claw myself out of the car as Laya gets off Michael's lap as fast as she can so she could catch up with me. I knee Calum in the balls and fight back a laugh, but my grin is prominent.

I still feel uncomfortable because I have that feeling that someone is looking at my but, so I fight the urge to kick who ever s behind me because it might be either Michael or Luke and I don't want to kick the wrong person so I practically fall out of the car frustratingly and rush toward the building.

Laya caught up to me and looks sad and irritated. "What's the purpose of your face...?" I ask as we walk to our lockers.

"Why can't you just be friendly long enough for me to actually talk to Michael?" she hisses at me. She's mad at me for what? "Huh...?" I ask confused.

"I can't even talk to him for 2 seconds without you storming off! And me being me has to follow you because you might hurt someone or get hurt yourself!" she hisses at me once again.

"Hay! I didn't ask you to be my fucking babysitter! And I definitely didn't ask you to follow me away from your bad boy! So please... be my guest and hang out with them if you want, but don't expect me to. You know I don't like people... So don't let me hold you back..." I say and walk away leaving her in the hallway.

I get to my locker and get all the books for my first periods before break and put them in my bag. "Hello!" the obnoxious voice of Cupcake fills my ears and I turn my locker to look at her as if she was a dangerous animal that I was inspecting.

"Here's your cupcake! You have to wait at least a month before eating it, the other one is still in your system so if you eat in now you might die." She says with a blank expression, but then smiles and walks away with Snowflake following close by.

I head to English class and sit at the very back where I sat last time. I take out my sketchpad and draw a half sun half-moon thing and two black dragons holding onto the different sides of the thing. One dragon has golden eyes and is holding onto the sun and the other dragon has shocking blue eyes and is holding onto the moon side. I then create a galaxy behind them with a bunch of stars when the bell goes off and kids enter the class room.

I ignore all of them, that's until I feel someone next to me "You know this is English not Art Class," The kid says. I look up and he's grinning down at me. I can see the tattoo sleeves down his arms and his eyes are this golden hazel colour, his hair is raven black and he pretty much looks like a model.

He sit's next to me where Laya usually sit's and I look around seeing that she went to sit next to Nyx, Lexi, Calum and Michael. Luke's sitting in front of me and next to him is Ashton.

"I don't give a fuck," I answer stubbornly toward Pretty Boy. He chuckles and a pretty Blond goes and sit's next to him. She's blond but her hair is dip dyed lilac and she also has a leatherjacket on with spikes like my own, and she is wearing a lilac flower crown, which makes me wonder in what category to put her.

"I'm Zack by the way, and this is my girlfriend Perry," He introduces themselves. Perry smiles at my "Hi, I'm Perry Jinx," she says and I nod and continue my drawing. Luke turns around and out of instinct I close my book.

He looks at me confused and hurt but I pack my book away to seem as if I was finished right before he looked around and I try to give him a smile but fail and look out the window.

I glance back at him and he gives me a small smile and turns back around. I shake my head and turn out the window again.

I feel someone poking my arm and look to my right to find that Perry and Zack switched places. I frown at her as she inches closer "I think Luke likes you," she smiles brightly. I look over at Luke and figure he didn't hear her cause he was zoned out.

I look back at Perry emotionless "No," I say flatly and turn back to the window. She turns away and starts talking with her pretty by so I decide to look up and actually listen to the teacher for once.

By the end of the period I have decided that if I'm not going to become an artist one day that I would become a writer.

I exit the class before everyone else and practically speed walk to my next class which I missed yesterday because of the incident which was art and Oh how I want to express myself on a canvas right now.

When I get there the teacher explains how we were just talking about colours yesterday and that she will h=give our excitements today.

I walk over to the back of the class where the teacher said was my canvas and Easel. I take out all of my different paintbrushes and place it in the cup on the desk next to the Easel. I then take out all my paint and place it on the desk as well.

Just as I finish the people enter the class as I sit behind my Easel. The Zack kid sits next to me once again and I role my eyes as he fake gasps. "I somehow knew you were going to be in Art...What a small world," he chuckles.

After everyone finished putting their things together and getting their shit in order the teacher started explaining what we were going to paint.

"I want you to paint your soul... I want to see what goes on in each of you heads," she smiles as I watch her in horror. I lift my hand. "Yes Mia...?" she asks. "Ma'am, you do not want to be inside my head... I suggest you change the topic," I demand. "I'm sorry, but I cannot do that, just paint the way you see you soul as you paint yourself. For example paint yourself around flowers to say how well and healthy your soul is," she smiles and walks off.

For a moment I think of the time I looked into Ashton's soul and watched the fireflies flying around while mine was pitch black with a broken girl lying over her dead father's grave.

I start painting an Angel bending over a grave as she claws at her face until the skin peels off. I paint her wings moulting and transforming into dragon wings. Her clothes are ripped and my dragon tattoo is on the left side of her back instead of the right like mine. She is covered in wounds and blood, and her clothes are tattered and ripped. Her hair is messy and dirty, covered in dried blood. I paint thunderclouds and lightning bolts and she's crying golden tears. I paint on the grave the exact same thing that's on my dad's grave but backwards as if it was a mirror image. I then paint a canvas and give the painting a shine on the side to make it look like a mirror. The Angel looks just like me... I paint my name on the bottom left corner in white and the date on the bottom right corner in white. I then paint "MaZe" in a dark purple under the gravestone to be unnoticed.

I turned the Easel away from the class and I'm literally in the corner as the teacher walks past us to check on the progress. After I'm done I'm obviously covered in paint and so is my leatherjacket because I didn't pack an extra painting shirt. I sit on my chair with my hands in my lap as I stare at my art. My face is covered in paint and my eyes sting so they must be glossy.

The teacher passes me and has to do a double take "Mia, you're supposed to be working on your painting. I don't answer as she looks confused that I Isolated Me and my art from the class. She comes closer.

"Mia... Are you alright...?" she asks softly. This caught the attention of Zack, which made him look at us. There's probably paint in my hair too. She slowly pushed my Easel forward so she could come into my corner.

She kneels in front of me and holds onto my hands. "Mia... is something wrong..." she asks as I look down and into her eyes and move my eyes to my painting. "My soul," I answer.

She looks back at my painting and gasps. This made Zack even more curious. "Mia, you painting is done so well... but... it's scary how you see you soul," She whispers to me. "Can I have this peace, I want it as an example of what Art is about, not just an easy subject... but if it's too personal..." I cat her off with a "Take it."

She lifts the peace, careful not to smudge it. She then carries it to the front at places it on the wall. Gasps are heard all around as I sit there and stare into nothing. I feel someone in front of me and feel the urge to yell at the person if it's Zack, but to my surprise I look into two familiar green eyes... Michael...? I didn't even see him, he takes art?

I stare back into the nothingness. Michael takes a wet wipe and wipes the paint off of my face and my hair and when he finished the bell went off. I get up and look at him and back down mumbling a thanks and leaving.

Spanish class was cancelled so we got to go outside or do whatever as we waited for break. I decide to go to my locker and put my books away and grab the rest of the books for after break... bad idea. Michael is tailing me to our lockers and Laya's standing there.

She smiles when she she's Michael and loses it when she sees me. I open my locker quickly and exchange my books as quick as I can. "Mia can we talk...?" I hear Laya ask but I ignore her and try not to crush the cupcake in my locker. I have to remind myself to get that after school.

Michael whispers something in her ear and she starts to freak. "Are you okay, oh my god, I knew I should've taken Art with you," she rambles frantically. When I turn around all of them are staring at me and I feel like a trapped animal and you never trap and wild animal.

Laya knows this so she pushes them away slightly and rush away from them as fast as I can. I run outside toward a large willow tree and sit underneath it and start to draw another picture.

I draw my dad's happy face holding onto my 3 year old self. Our noses touching as we both smile in pure happiness. I draw flowers falling down on us and the sunset in the background. I feel a presence and look up finding Calum looking down at me.

"What are you doing here? I'm not in your click, nor am I your friend," I say harshly. He sits down next to me "No... But you are my family... And your hurt..." he says as his voice cracks at the word "hurt"

"No I'm not, I'm perfectly fine," I answer stubbornly. "Physically... yes... Mentally... not," he says. "You don't even know me. You have no idea what I went through!" I yell as tears prick at my eyes. I shake angrily and turn back to my sketch pad and open it to my last drawing and push it in Calum's face.

"Do you see this man...? This is what I lost... Not only did I lose him... but I lost my innocents through watching him die... right in front of me... I lost my sanity... and I lost the ability to feel love... happiness... and kindness... So I'm sorry if I hurt you with my words... but I've lost the ability to care anymore... I push people away for a reason Calum! I don't want to hurt anyone... because I know they will find me... and I will die... And no one... should feel the way I feel... No one should go through what I do... The reason I hated you... was because I saw my father through you... and I hated the reminder of him... because it just reminded me... that he's never... coming back..." I cry.

Calum started crying halfway through my speech, but he didn't listen, because the next thing I know, I'm taken in his arms as he holds me while I cry. He strokes my back comfortingly as I listen to him sniffle "I'm sorry, I'm really so sorry..." he says as he places his head in the crook of my neck.

I can feel his warm tears on my neck but I ignore them as I cry into his shoulder.