it was a Monday, ugh. Everyone hates Mondays. Except Frannces, frannces seemed to love cheering people up when they were tired. You were about to leave for the day when she stopped you. “Hey, you want some paint?”

“What?” you reply, utterly confused that the cheery happy girl is eating paint. Maybe it had drugs in it? “Does it have like, Drugs or something?” she giggled and shook her head, pulling you to the back of the school.

“Just try one.” she handed you a little watercolor block