MS grunted with effort as he pushed himself through the hole in the window, the bloodstained brick in his hand tumbling to the floor. MS slowly walked down the corridor trying to find a room to finish his work.

Closing his eyes he retraced his steps from the previous day, straight down, turn left and 2nd door of the right. "Ninety minutes and pencil down, ninety minutes" he mumbled to himself. He turn the corridor to find the art room, he tried the handle smearing it with his blood. It was locked it shouldn’t be locked, Mrs Finch always kept it open for the exams but why was it locked now? He could see his painting a large dragon guarding a horde of treasure, it wasn't finished MS had to pass this exam he wouldn't get into art school and make his parents proud.

He smashed the window with his shoe indentured the room leaving his shoe on the floor, trying the light switch it slowly flickered on he could see all the students paintings staring at him. All their paintings were awful mainly self-portraits of landscapes MS was the only one who did a mythical creature. To say it was his specialty was bang on the nail he always drew dragons and mythical beasts it was a passion of his.

Tapping his head softly he looked around the room the paints were already set out for the exam, good he could get to work.

MS painted slowly taking his time on every brushstroke and pencil like, looking at the clock then at the painting. He was going to finish it he had to, this was his only chance to get somewhere and be somebody. Sure MS was smart and could get anywhere but he wanted to be and artist that's what his parents had suggested and he follow. Picking up a can of the black paint from the table he splashed it around the room if he couldn’t finish, neither can the other students.

Climbing on a chair he ripped down sheets of paper all with sketches and drawing that Mrs Finch had put up for examples of what to draw he scribbled furiously on the wall a Phoenix came to view bursting into flames. MS dropped the pencil "Ninety minutes pencils down, pencils down" climbing down from the chair he looked at his picture both on the canvas and the wall nodded to himself he walked down the corridor again.

“MS what are you doing here?" a man asked, it was the caretaker with two policeman, MS tilting his head walked slowly towards them his hands fiddling together quickly he shivered he was cold. A blanket was placed around him and the policemen lead him outside his parents were there "Schools not finished mom I did my test though we can go now" his mother sobbed softly "Not this time sweetie you’re going away for a while all right" here voice faded into MS’s head as a sharp pain jabbed his arm.