Matt sat in the art room, working at the kiln. The pots, jars, and vases sitting around him were piling up, Cant believe I wasted all summer on these things. He thought to himself. Wish people would help me with the props for this play.
The bitterness started piling up inside him, as it had simmered all summer. However, Matt couldnt lie to himself, he liked having the art room almost all to himself. He thought about all the other students that would be coming in, messing with his clay and supplies. The thought made him shudder. He took off his gloves, set the last vase on the table, and headed outside, almost completely covered in dirt and clay. It was in his dreads, all on his clothes, and on the apron he had on. He realized he left a change of clothes at home, so he headed out the door, apron and all.
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