When I pull into the parking lot of the big blue building my mood instantly changes. This is the one place I know that I won't get judged. I can be myself here. My local art studio.
I spend most of my time here, whenever I'm not in school.
"Oh look! It's Miss Mia." Ms. Barker wipes her paint cover hands on her apron before she hugs me. She smells like vanilla and paint.
"It's so nice to see you Ms. Baker."
"How's school been?" she asked.
"Good." This is what I tell everyone. If I tell them what's really happening, then they tell me to ignore it and to not listen to everyone.
They tell me I'm great, so other people's opinions don't matter. But what they don't understand is that when so many people say so many things to you, it gets hard to ignore.
"That's good. You can go ahead into the studio, feel free to use anything in there."
"Thanks Ms. Baker."
It takes everything in me to not run into that room and grab everything I see. Art is another escape for me. Sometimes I pain random things like minions, or book and T.V characters.
Other times I paint emotional things.
Today I walk into the room and scan the colorful bottles of paint. I'm immediately drawn to bright oranges and reds and I find myself painting space.
The focus is the bright galaxy in the middle. As I'm painting, I wonder if life exists other than on Earth. I wonder what their lives are like. I wonder if they would accept me.
Before I know it. It's already 6:30 pm. I've been here for three hours. As I put everything away, I wonder what I want to eat. I decide on Steak n' Shake, which is my favorite.