Chapter 21

Art. The only subject that I struggle in. Everything else? No problem! I can ace a math quiz, read a book and write an essay that will get me a passing grade, and define the concepts of economics without breaking a sweat.

But when it comes to looking at something and drawing it, something doesn't happen right. I tried to practice more during summer break, but unfortunately, I didn't get much progress.

Walking into art for the first time this year two days ago, I promised myself that maybe there's hope for me to get a passing grade, like last year. But as the teacher came in and began to explain what we'll be doing and the level required to do it, I felt a rock sink in my stomach.

Abe seemed to think that too. We both looked down at our sketchbooks that are filled with literal crap. Maybe I can make an excuse saying it's a new type of art. But something tells me even the placid teacher will see right through it.

And Dane is sitting at our table, so he's going to be breathing down my ne