Simple Math: Hate=Love

It was finally art class and the God like figure walked in the room. It seemed all like a dream he sat next to me but my wakens was that he was forced to.
“How‘s it coming along?”
“How‘s what coming along?”
“Aren‘t you suppose to be drawing it?”
“Yeah!”
“And how is it coming along?”
“Ugh…good? Unfinished yet…”
“I don‘t want it to be good. I want it to be AMAZING!” he shouted into my ears.
“I am sooo sorry that I can‘t be the best artist on the planet.” I hushed using 100% sarcasm and 0% fact.
“Description please?”
“No can do.” I evilly grinned. But it my head I knew exactly what it looked like and was going to look like after I finish.
“We fail, I am going to beat the crap out of you.”
“I said we‘ll ace in return didn‘t I?”
“Whatever. Now where’s the drawing?”
“Ughh….home.”
“I‘ll come and get it.”
“NO! You can‘t! Umm…I‘m going somewhere! Today. After school.” Reason for not wanting him to come over and see it was because he’ll freak when I dug the past. Yes I went through my freshie year book and found her. I understood the meaning of the song perfectly and that’s what it inspired me to draw…heheheheehehehehahahahahhahahahahhahahahaMUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEEHEHEHEEE *spazzz spazz*