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-flashback-

I excused myself and acquired a pass in order to venture to the art room.

I felt anxiety build as I felt my pace quicken through the halls. I knew he wouldn't find me, even if he did he would not be able to stop me. Theres no way he would even be able to suspect what I'm about to do.

I turned down another endless hall and felt my hands start to sweat. I looked down to push my fingers into my sweaty palms in order to soothe myself but as soon as I looked up, I was staring right into the eyes of the devil himself. I felt my body jump and I immediately looked down.

I kept moving, not allowing myself to even be phased by him. I could feel him move his gaze and continue moving forward. Something was a bit off, but I didn't let it bother me. My feet just auto piloted to where I needed to be and my mind was numb with the idea of revenge dancing around.

I felt my hands turn the knob to the art room I finally reach. I was on very good terms with the current art teacher since I spent so much time in there, we made some small talk about how I wanted to grab something from the art closet, where most students kept their folders and profolios, along with random art supplies. She laughed and told me to go on ahead.

I rummaged through drawer after drawer, until I saw his name plastered on a huge folder. My grin widdened. I went and found my folder as well. I positioned his folder into mine and tried hard to stifle the laugh that was threatening to escape me. I left the art room, grinning ear to ear, the thought of his art burning vivid.