So here’s the thing. My darling mother decides to move houses- Doesn't tell me why, just goes up to me and says, “Honey, we’re moving!”
Yeah, awesome. So naturally, like the calm mature adult I am, I throw a tantrum. So she tells me that they have the best art program on the west side. Yeah, I guess that makes it a little better. But you know what? I live in New York City, I’m used to the skyscrapers and bustling traffic. I’m used to going out on my balcony and painting all of the lights and buildings because of the view.
But now we’re moving to California. California! I mean, come on mother!
And no matter what I say, she’s stuck on moving. She still won’t tell me why! And you know what the best thing about moving is? (Note the sarcasm)
I get to meet new people!
So of course, I sign up for an art elective. Knowing I’m surrounded by art makes everything better.
That is until a loner artist by the name of Gavin Cross gets up to sharpen his pencil and comes back to stab me with it.
Oh, and let’s not forget Stupid Boy who continues to annoy the crap out of me with his sickening pick-up lines.