Playing ‘Sunflower - Post Malone ft. Swae Lee’

Brooklyn Visions Academy — Art Room

Miles hummed and tapped his foot to the rhythm, his head bouncing to the beat. He let his paint brush glide across the page, not really thinking about where or what he was painting. Just getting into the music and letting himself go. It felt.. nice. Between his slowly declining grades and his superhero life, he was just barely hanging on. The late-night cramming, hiding the bruises from both his parents and teachers — it was getting exhausting.

He liked being Spiderman, he really did. The admiration and the relieved looks on people’s faces as his signature black and red suit swooped in was the drug he wanted and needed to keep himself alive. He’s been New York’s protector for years now, he wasn’t about to stop anytime soon.

He smiled at the thought of him swinging across the New York skyline, the wind breezing past his masked face. Miles began to sing as he span around in the chair.

“Ooh oooh… she wanna ride me like a crui— AHH!” He let out a yell, almost a shriek as he shot up from his chair, his paintbrush flying back onto the table.