• Autumn Willing was the least noticed in all her subjects in school. She got amazing grades, but still was never noticed. She sat in the front row of the room, and Taylor with turrets sat behind her. Some days she wanted to just punch her in the face, but she knows she can't help it. As you can tell Autumn has a slight anger issue.
    Her parents are never around and she is left to live with her brother, which she is not even sure is her's, Gunner. He has terrible anger issues, and to make it worse he is nine years old. He also has Autism, and is very difficult to live with. But Autumn is very tolerant of her brother, because of the fact that they can relate. She cares for him very much, with the love her parents could never give them.
    For weeks now she has been putting off an art class he parents had signed her up for with their large sums of money their family has. One day her brother was at his Clarinet lesson. She was bored with a big empty house. SO she decided to for once attend the art class at the end of the alley. She started down the rode with the address written on the small, crumpled up piece of paper she had recieved. She finally got to the door, before she could even knock on the door, it had opened. Standing at the doorway was a tall, thin man, that was going bald, and dressed all in black. She was stunned by his entry almost falling over his limp legs.
    "Why Hello There Ms. Willing, we've been expecting you!"
    said the man. Autumn swallowed and entered cautiously. Thinking, 'How could they be expecting me? I haven't shown up for weeks.' She thought about turning around, but she was not going back to that big empty house of hers. She gracefully took even steps on the creeky wood panneled floor. The students all were very pale with green eyes and black hair. This is the second place she had not fit in at all.
    They all in Unison recited "Hello Autumn, your presence brightens our day."
    She was stunned by this. He eye slightly twichted as she carefully sat down in a chair that looked as if it would dismantle as soon as she sat. She sat down anyways and took her charcoal in hand, and looked closely at it. It was completely used up, and simply wouldn't do. She was thinking about raising her hand, but she was very nervous and shy to begin with. Suddenly, everyone looked at her and the man said "Why of course you can have a fresh box of charcoal darling!"
    She was astonished, amazed! Like he was some kind of mind reader! The class smiled and got back to their easels. Hes face turned bright red and she took the box from the man's light skimpy hand. The classroom was shockingly cold, and she thought it best to leave and never come back.
    The man turned and looked at her before she even had the chance to move and said; "Why Ms. Willing the class has only begun, where ever could you have to head off to?" A tear came down her face. She knew something was not right. She ran for the door, but the man and five students have already reached the door. She Started breathing heavy. She started to sweat. She was feeling lightheaded. SHe could barely breath. And suddenly. Nothing.