Entitled kid stole my paintbrush

So recently, when I was in shop class, I was making slat art. I drew out the design on a piece of strand wood and went over to grab something that I cant remember. When I got back, my wood was gone, even though I was gone for only like 8 seconds, and my paper with my school laptop was sitting right beside it, pretty much touching it. No Biggie, I thought. Later, when I finished cutting out the pieces for the slat art I was making I went to the paint room (a little closed in the far end of the shop that all the painting is done in, barely big enough for 3 people) to paint my pieces (a Canadian maple leaf split into 3 pieces). I had never painted in shop class before, so I didn't know if I had to stain the wood before painting, or if there was forbidden paint or something, so I went and asked the teacher for help. He showed my what to do, got the paint colours I wanted (red and white), and gave me a paint-brush to use. I cracked open the lid of the white paint, which was hard to do because it was glued shut with dried paint. I layed out my pieces I was going to paint on a bed of nails that I dug out from newspaper-turned-papermache. I pulled the paint closer to me to take up less room, as there were other kids painting, and went to grab my paint brush. But my paint brush was taken almost right out of my hand by another kid. I said "hey, that's my paintbrush", but he turned to a opened bucket of blue paint. "Dude, can I have my paintbrush back?" No answer, he just dipped the brush in the paint and started painting with it. Thank god that the piece he was painting was small. The kid left the room, with the paintbrush laying on the counter, dripping with paint. I grabbed the paintbrush and washed it, then started to paint with it. Half-way through painting, the kid comes back, with another piece of wood in his hand. He stares at the brush I am using, that he WAS using, that I was about to use. He makes a movement as if he expected me to give it back to him. Nope. He walks right back out of the paint room. Later, I'm pretty much done, and the kid comes back with his own paintbrush. "Good", I thought, "now he wont use the paintbrush I am using." The kid starts painting really close to be. I told him to be careful, I was in a brand new hoodie, and guess what he does? he tried to paint on my sleeve. Not cool kid. I jerk my arm back before the paintbrush collides with the mustard yellow fabric. He missed by like a millimeter. I quickly finished and hurried out of the room. I left my painted wood in there. I never did check to see if he painted on them. I guess I'll find out next Friday.

Submitted September 21, 2019 at 02:22AM by Mous_E https://ift.tt/2QolfiD