My passion was art, it always had be since I was a kid. Yet, instead of pursuing it in school I drank, smoked and and got high. I left with bearly a passing grade. After that, I decided to turn my life around, I'm now 23, and I've applied for night classes at a local university that does art classes. I live by myself in an old apartment, so I need to work during the day.

I entered the room and sat down at one of the rows that was closer to the front, waiting for my new teacher to arrive.