The School of the Outcasts

When all the outcast students of schools around the world are sent to one place to learn what will happen? Welcome to Duchannes school for those who excel in fine arts. This boarding school has also been the home of student Blake Johnson for several years now and things get a bit stirred up for her when four new kids arrive at Duchannes....


11. Vandalism

A/n: pretty much what's happening is that you are a student enrolling in Duchannes. The people narrating the story are characters that are representatives going to school there (which is why they leave... They are going to different class periods). The point of them telling their story is to tell you why they love the school so much and why they were chosen to speak to the new students! I hope that clears up any confusion. (Speaking of confusion you guys should check that story out it's amazing!)

Blake's POV 
I put on a white crop top tank and a thick gray skirt. I also wore a link blazer with a turquoise bow on the back at the waist line and black lacy tights. Michael said he would meet me here in a few minutes. I straightened my hair and slipped on turquoise heels and was ready to go. Hopefully this whole museum thing would ease my mind. Right on time Mikey showed up and was knocking on the cheap door.
"Hey." I said shyly.
"Don't be shy, beautiful. Let's get going." He held my hand and we began to walk to the car we were being transported in (Mr. Lavender's). He began to skip happily.
"Why are you doing?" I laughed. 
"Having fun!" He shrugged.
"No fair! I can't skip in heels!" 
"Then take them off!" So I did and we skipped along giggling like schoolgirls. He was so strange but adorable. We then reached the car and I had to put my shoes back onto my feet. We both say in the back and Mr. Lavender and the sculpting teacher say in the front. Michael smiled softly at me and I giggled. It was awkward sitting in a car with two teachers, but he made it feel better. Soon we had reached downtown. We were supposed to scatter in the museum, and we had three hours to view the pieces. Michael and I stick together the ought the bustling crowds of people. 
"That one looks like a penis." Michael whispered into my ear and pointed at a statue. "Why are the people always naked?"
"Sh." I chuckled and held his hand once again. 
"Can we leave and just come back in a few hours or do actually want to analyze all of the artwork?" He asked sassily.
"Well..." I began, but began laughing. "I guess we could go for an hour." 
"Yay!" He dragged me out of the museum and we were on a happy little square filled with shops and restaurants and twinkling lights. Cars zoomed by and people quickly hustled down the pavement. "Why does everyone always move so quickly?" He asked.
"You ask a lot of questions."
"No, really. Why is everyone always in a hurry. I mean look at how beautiful our scenery is."
"Hm. I don't know. You should-"
"Paint about it." He pulled out a can of spray paint from his back pocket once again.
"Not here!"
"Graffiti gets the statement across." He pulled me into an alley and told me to hold still. He began to crest in outline of a face and around twenty minutes later he had created me. He then spray painted words under my face. 'If you don't swim, you'll drown, but don't move, honey.'
"That's amazing!" I exclaimed.
"Really?" She asked and then grabbed my hand once again and kissed my cheek. "I didn't think you were pro-vandalism."
"I'm not! I do like good art, however." We spent the rest of the hour skipping around downtown laughing and taking our time. I began to grow rather fond of Michael. He was cute and funny and had the same interests as me. He was like a kitten. We ran back to the museum just in time to meet our rides at the entrance and soon we were home once again. We were walking back home when he asked me a question.
"Would you like to go on a real date some time?"
"I mean you don't have to if you don't want to."
"It's really not necessary-"
"Michael. I said yes." I laughed.
"Really? I didn't even hear you!" He nervously laughed and we reached my door.
"I'm honored you asked me."
"Fantastic. Tonight was amazing by the way."
"It really was. I haven't had that my fun in a long time." He then leaned in and kissed my softly. Then he pulled away, smiled softly, and left to go home. "Goodnight." I whispered into the darkness to the stars because I know he couldn't hear me. I wished desperately that he could. I wished desperately that he had stayed.

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