Genevieve had art as her final hour of the day, which was good because she needed to blow off steam. She'd finished her art project a few days earlier, so she had full reign on the canvases in the back of the room. Greeting the instructor in passing, she stormed to the back, and threw her things on the floor before irritably grabbing supplies to begin painting.
She was angry, but it was okay. She did some of her best work when she was angry. In fact, the woman at the front would likely let her stay well after school hours were over to express her emotions through the brushes and paints. It was good therapy, if nothing else.
As she swiped her brush at the surface harshly, she watched the image come together. She hadn't come at this with any inspiration, but now she recreated the image of a girl standing between two boys, her figure entirely blackened like a silhouette. Rather than the surrounding audience, she created various forms of monsters watching the event unfurl and when she'd finished the image, she stepped back and swept a hand over her forehead to remove her hair from her face. It was a fierce image and she was out of breath from the passion she'd put into it.
Taking a deep breath, she dropped her brush in the water cup to rinse the pain off of it as she admired her creation. The canvas was mostly black with few colors standing out. The boy that stood in front of her had splashes of red on his face and the boy behind her had a large blank text-bubble-esque shape coming from his mouth. A white spotlight seemed to surround the girl, though not illuminating her features. Like the girl she'd drawn in class, this one's face was covered in hair so her identity was a secret. This was her signature muse.