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vent art of a sort.
story:

She was asleep, the shadows hiding her from the world. She was a prisoner, though she didn't realize she was one. Her green eyes opened suddenly as she heard a voice and saw the mist roling into her cave. She let out a growl, grey and blue hair's standing on end leave me alone, Let me rest in peace. Let me die without knowing anything than what I know! she placed a paw on one of her weights that kept her from leaving. She had one on each leg and the color that had once been attached to a tree outside was embedded in her fur. The shadows of the cave gave a redish blue glow about everything as the mist rolled in faster, making odd swirls as it entered.
talk to me Icis said the males voice as the black shadow appeared close to the cave.
"Go away, leave me alone to rot, I don't want to talk, I want to hide and be alone with only hy head to talk with" she growled ears raised in an attack stance. She was tired of being spoken to and having to explain her story over and over again."Leave me alone" she said once more before clasing her eyes again and retreating into sleep once more.

warning! there is a major rant in here.
basic rundown of why. I a always the quiet one, I never have liked talking... though I do have an on switch when I'm with a few choice people. I'm in the 12th grade and my two science classes are awesome. I can do whatever I'd like, sleep, draw, do homework, not participate, all of the stuff that I have done every year up until now.
My economics class is good to. I can't really drw, she keeps us to busy, but that's okay. She has made me read a couple of times, which is awkward because I suck at reading due to my first grade teacher.

My last class of the day is french 2. We have a new teacher who is fairly nice. The thing is she makes everyone participate, which isn't such a bad thing, but when you've never participated or spoken the language, it's irritating. She is also a bitch, but in a nice way. "I recommend you do yada yaddy do while I do this." Someone doesn't want to their homework while she's checking some other work,"What are you doing?" -teacher
"I;m just..."-student who is doing something relating to french, but not the homework
"I recommended that you do what I said, not what you recommend"-teacher
"But I'm going to do it at home..."-student
"But that isn't what I recommended,Do as I recomend, not what you recomend for yourself"-teacher

and that isn't the exact way the conversation went, but it close enough to get the point.
Today my friend who sits in front of me grabbed my notebook with all of my art and stuff in it and started to look through it while we were suppose to be going over some homework that he had already finished doing.

teacher see's he's looking through it,"That doesn't look like what we're doing, so please pay attention and put that on my desk." he goes to put it back on my desk,"no, my desk"-teacher
does as he's told, says sorry and acts like nothing happened.
I have my head down because I'm pissed because that folder has my life in it, without it I can't function.
"Kat, please pick you head up so I can see you"
Does as told and continues to stare blankly at the floor.

This teacher also has lunch duty this week and stands,guess where. next to my table... -.-
I really hate this lady, and she continues to talk to me like I am her best friend," bonjour,how are you(in french)" ignores her. She repeats.
"mal(bad)" I say.
"oh, I'm sorry"-teacher walks away but still stands close enough to be irritating.

She doesn't let me draw in class, nor let me have my head resting on my books. both of these things I have done for 3 years now, probably longer. and yet she has the nerve to say,"oh an artist! I can get you to draw some pictures for me, yes?" nods head because I don't realize she's a bitch yet. still havn't drawn her anything and I'm not going to.

I would think that she would get the hint that I hate to talk because I don't talk to anyone at lunch, and hardly at all in class. Half of this is my fault for being friendly the first day and saying a few sentences...
I hate her... I hate her... I hope she will die soon so I don't have to see her ugly face ever again... I hate her.... Why can't she just lat me be, let me draw in class and not get mad... why can't I sit in the shadows and not be noticed like I used to ...why can't these next 16 weeks go by quickly, why must every day drag on?

everything is mine sorry for the huge artist comment, but I needed to get that off of my chest before I broke down and destroyed something of value.

Description
vent art of a sort.
story:

She was asleep, the shadows hiding her from the world. She was a prisoner, though she didn't realize she was one. Her green eyes opened suddenly as she heard a voice and saw the mist roling into her cave. She let out a growl, grey and blue hair's standing on end leave me alone, Let me rest in peace. Let me die without knowing anything than what I know! she placed a paw on one of her weights that kept her from leaving. She had one on each leg and the color that had once been attached to a tree outside was embedded in her fur. The shadows of the cave gave a redish blue glow about everything as the mist rolled in faster, making odd swirls as it entered.
talk to me Icis said the males voice as the black shadow appeared close to the cave.
"Go away, leave me alone to rot, I don't want to talk, I want to hide and be alone with only hy head to talk with" she growled ears raised in an attack stance. She was tired of being spoken to and having to explain her story over and over again."Leave me alone" she said once more before clasing her eyes again and retreating into sleep once more.

warning! there is a major rant in here.
basic rundown of why. I a always the quiet one, I never have liked talking... though I do have an on switch when I'm with a few choice people. I'm in the 12th grade and my two science classes are awesome. I can do whatever I'd like, sleep, draw, do homework, not participate, all of the stuff that I have done every year up until now.
My economics class is good to. I can't really drw, she keeps us to busy, but that's okay. She has made me read a couple of times, which is awkward because I suck at reading due to my first grade teacher.

My last class of the day is french 2. We have a new teacher who is fairly nice. The thing is she makes everyone participate, which isn't such a bad thing, but when you've never participated or spoken the language, it's irritating. She is also a bitch, but in a nice way. "I recommend you do yada yaddy do while I do this." Someone doesn't want to their homework while she's checking some other work,"What are you doing?" -teacher
"I;m just..."-student who is doing something relating to french, but not the homework
"I recommended that you do what I said, not what you recommend"-teacher
"But I'm going to do it at home..."-student
"But that isn't what I recommended,Do as I recomend, not what you recomend for yourself"-teacher

and that isn't the exact way the conversation went, but it close enough to get the point.
Today my friend who sits in front of me grabbed my notebook with all of my art and stuff in it and started to look through it while we were suppose to be going over some homework that he had already finished doing.

teacher see's he's looking through it,"That doesn't look like what we're doing, so please pay attention and put that on my desk." he goes to put it back on my desk,"no, my desk"-teacher
does as he's told, says sorry and acts like nothing happened.
I have my head down because I'm pissed because that folder has my life in it, without it I can't function.
"Kat, please pick you head up so I can see you"
Does as told and continues to stare blankly at the floor.

This teacher also has lunch duty this week and stands,guess where. next to my table... -.-
I really hate this lady, and she continues to talk to me like I am her best friend," bonjour,how are you(in french)" ignores her. She repeats.
"mal(bad)" I say.
"oh, I'm sorry"-teacher walks away but still stands close enough to be irritating.

She doesn't let me draw in class, nor let me have my head resting on my books. both of these things I have done for 3 years now, probably longer. and yet she has the nerve to say,"oh an artist! I can get you to draw some pictures for me, yes?" nods head because I don't realize she's a bitch yet. still havn't drawn her anything and I'm not going to.

I would think that she would get the hint that I hate to talk because I don't talk to anyone at lunch, and hardly at all in class. Half of this is my fault for being friendly the first day and saying a few sentences...
I hate her... I hate her... I hope she will die soon so I don't have to see her ugly face ever again... I hate her.... Why can't she just lat me be, let me draw in class and not get mad... why can't I sit in the shadows and not be noticed like I used to ...why can't these next 16 weeks go by quickly, why must every day drag on?

everything is mine sorry for the huge artist comment, but I needed to get that off of my chest before I broke down and destroyed something of value.