Suicidal → Dorbyn Beavey

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The next day

POV Corbyn

I woke up and went to my wardrobe I choose this outfit.

Then I went to the bathroom and saw that this time I didn't have bruises on my face. I did my hair and made my backpack ready. I went downstairs and saw that no one was there. I grabbed a water bottle and saw that Jack was already here. I went outside and stepped into Jack's car.

"Hey! Last day of the week!" Jack said. "Yeah!" I said. We drove to school and soon we arrived. I went to my locker and grabbed the things I needed. Then I went to Art class.

"Today, you are going to make a painting or drawing about music and we're going to have a guest," she said. I grabbed my pencils and brushes. I decided to make a painting about a few musicians I saw on the street. After a while, I was done. I put my hand up to ask what I needed to do now.

"It's amazing Corbyn! You can make another one if you want to or you can paint something for yourself," my teacher said. "Wow, that's amazing," I heard someone say. I turned around and saw the women from yesterday who liked my painting. "Thanks," I said. I decided to make a painting of some instruments.

"The lesson is almost over so clean your brushes," the teacher said and then walked to me. "These paintings are amazing Corbyn! You can get them after school, they need to dry now," she said and brought my paintings to a place to dry. I grabbed my stuff and went to History.