Failing Art class.

K-T looked at the easel in front of him and could not hide his disappointment. He had rather bad grades and if he wanted to graduate high school he would have to get a passing grade in even those classes like Art or PE that many people considered like accessory.

The problem was that he had not an artistic bone in his entire body. A look at what his classmates had accomplished was enough to realize how bad his painting was. The dog that everyone was painting looked like some sort of mutated rat drawn by a 5 years old. In fact there were probably some five years old with more talent than him.

Worse, this confounding results had been achieved at the cost of completely smearing his t-shirt and shorts with paint. He had been so happy this morning of going to school dressed almost normally (his sister had stolen his last pair of underwear a few days ago and he hadn't dared ask his mom to buy him more clothes yet again.) and now those clothes were ruined.

"Another failure, K-T." said Miss Crapton, the stern 40 years old who taught the class. She was really sexy, but always dressed very conservatively. She couldn't stand K-T as he was her worse student and she hadn't been able to improve his level in all of high school, which she considered as a personal strike.

"I'm really trying, Miss. I'm just not very good at this."

"You are a few ranks below not very good at this. The school year is almost over and there are barely any classes left. If this is the best you can do, I will have to fail you with the lowest grade possible." She explained.

"No, please. If I don't pass this class I have no chance of graduating! There has to be way. You can't fail me. If I don't graduate my mom will kill me." he pleaded.

"I don't see how I could grade you any higher as an artist with this abysmal lack of talent. The only way you could ever get some credit that would let you pass that grade would be to somehow engage in something art related where you don't produce the art."

"Yes, that, anything. Do you have anything I could do?" he begged.

"Well, it is a bit unconventional, but some ideas come to mind..."