<div class="floatleft">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/pinkiller_30_zps8d85d8c4.jpg)<br/><strong>Tessa<br/>Troublemaker/Artist</strong><br/></div>Tessa was lounging in the main office as usual to visit the principle or the school officer, whichever one got the short end of the straw that day. She sat side ways her legs dangling over the edge of the arm rests flipping through her ipod for a long and loud enough song to blare while she was being reprimanded. She couldn’t think of what she was been pulled in for today, for all she knew she had only locked the art room doors for 3 hours and blared papa roach till the walls shook while she finished her new painting. Oh and set a dozen or so bottle rockets off in the gym that morning. Or maybe she was in trouble for spray painting the school’s mascot statute last week. Whatever the case she would be gone soon, full scholarship to an art school in Europe, where she could get away from her family and the town that saw her as nothing but a troublemaker. The office assistant kept staring at her with distaste as if she were the dirt under her shoe, which only set off her temper. “Take a fucking picture, it will last longer bitch…” the woman huffed and covered her off shaded lips with poorly manicured hands. Turing back to her music she nibbled on her pierced lip till she found a suitable enough song to ease her back into a mellow mood. She itched to smoke a joint or finish off the bottle of tequila in her bag. She dug around in her leather coat (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjNLclBOYkszM3hHUUt0bXFGT3NrX1EAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg) and pulled out a sour apple sucker and popped it in her mouth. She played with one of her dread locks, as the minutes seemed to tick by. Fed up with waiting she grabbed her bag and moved to the door in a huff. “Sit down Ms. Rockefeller, wait where are you going? Mr. Tibbs!” she smirked as she made her way to her locker to pick up her stash before heading home.<br/><br/>People seemed to part as she walked down the hall, muttering and whispering about her. Ignoring them she stopped at her locker and twisted the lock till it made a tinking sound. She dropped her bag and kicked the door and watched as it slowly creaked open. She turned and saw most of her classmates hustle away  not making any eye contact. She pulled out what she needed and was about to shut her locker till she saw a scrap of paper sticking out of one of the vents on the door. “This better not be no fucking love note again…” She opened the message and frowned. Looking around the empty hall she turned back down at the note and shook her head. “What the fuck…” She contemplated ignoring the message and just heading back home to get smashed. Closing her locker she picked up her bag and decided to see what exactly was going on.<br/><br/>Once she reached the door she saw a bunch of people arguing and talking. She knew who most of them by who they were in school and what group they belonged to. She saw no clue as to why they were all present in the same room and pulled the sucker out of her mouth and twisted it between her fingers. She decided to give in and see what the little pow-wow was all about and walked in without batting a eye of what was going on. She made a home at the end row of seats closes to the wall and propped up her boots on the desk, not really paying anyone any attention. She glazed over and she saw one of her long time friends Paul. She made no move to say hi but kept an eye on him as she surveyed the room. Paul and she had grown up together since they were kids. Living right across from each other they were never seen apart. She missed those days, she was totally absorbed in her connect with Paul to see the trouble that was brewing at home, till it was too late. A little after middle school is when she really started acting out and skipping school. She found new friends, better friends who made each day a little bit more bearable then the next. She had run away a couple of times and was only found and brought back to get beat by her dead beat step father. She turned her ipod up louder to block out the hurt and anger that arose with all the painful memories of her childhood.<br/><br/>Just then Tessa noticed a lonely guitar and saw Nate. She had to admit for awhile she had a bit of a crush on him. His music wasn’t anything that she listened to, but it was still soul stirring. She had secretly drew him in class whenever she had the opportunity to get him in a good light or without another student blocking her view. She admired his own work and saw a lot of her own feelings prostrated in his drawings. They had never really sat down and talked, only a couple of hellos and how are yous? She gave up on his attention when she heard a nasty rumor about Nate admitting he’d rather cut off both of his own hands then date her. She closed her eyes and bit back her temper as Gorillaz sang about being happy and having sunshine in a bag. She licked her sugar coated lips and turned to look out the window as most of the kids had left for the day and she wondered what she was still doing here…