Jacabo had one of those days, those days where he can't think of anything to do.
That typical sort of day where you are so bored you would jump into a volcano and swim in it until your body burns into a crisp. That kind of day where you'd want to take your mom to a spa day because you have nothing to do. Or maybe it was that kind of day where honey becomes stale to the tastes of Winnie The Pooh Bear that he decides to go to rehab with Tigger. Who knows what's wrong with Tigger?

And Jay went on and on with the badly constructed analogies in his head, right up until he went up to the Arts and Crafts shack for who knows what for? He doesn't, he can't even think straight in a boring kind of day such as this.
"Whatever." He steps into the shack, and takes a deep breath at the chemicals the paints would give off.
There were a couple of Morpheus kids, painting trippy, psychedelic abstracts while the Iris kids observed in interest. Jay swore he saw Colonel Sanders riding on a gigantic chicken through a field of chicken nugget flowers until it turned back into globs of paint.
Now the art dorks got him tripping.
He decides it's best to step back and do something artsy in the meanwhile. He goes over to the counters and finds kneaded clay on the side.
He grabs a chunk of it and sits down to try to create something with this chunk of clay.
"Okay, so... I'm going to turn you into a piece of work. Got that?"

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Jacabo was surprisingly hard at work, sculpting and squishing hard on the clay like a child with fresh new Play-Doh from the container.
Maybe he should try sucking up to his dad and sculpting his oh-so godly features of immortality with this lob of clay. After all, he has probably eaten a good portion of his dinner, so might as well make a statue dedicated to him; like the good, holy son he is.

He was in the groove, in the 'zone' they would say. He was already rocking at this, sculpting his father some eyes and and a strong jaw line that would make the ladies swoon.
Making art is a very relaxing activity to do, and it was probably something he put more time and effort on in class. His gym and art marks were remarkably higher then the rest of his grades (which was a 40% average).

Then suddenly, his train of thought was interrupted by a hard fist grating onto the surface of his head. The sudden sensation made him jump up, quickly turning over to look at the perpetrator - hard in the eyes as well.
It was Zander, and the asshole just happened to take this chance to noogie the crap out of his head and annoy the crap out of him.
"Oh hey you stupid dork, do that again and I'm going to noogie the ground with your face" Jacabo turns hostile to anyone who gives him a sudden surprise like that, although he didn't meant that. Zander is a pretty cool guy.

He looked as Zander was suddenly mesmerized by the trippy LSD influenced pieces the Dream Dorks were painting.
"I swear I saw Colonel Sanders riding on a giant chicken. You know you haven't seen art until you've seen... that." He shudders.

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Jacabo scoffed at Zander as he dramatically plead for mercy. "I have terms and conditions, if I feel the need to smite thy face then I shall do so... with no mercy!" He stood up, with his height over towering the other boy and he squinted down at him, giving him the 'I've got my eye on you' gesture while proceeding to collect more clay for his sculpture.

He looked around counters and tables for pieces of clay until he found a supply of newly bought, untouched clay in a box tucked in one of the shelves. What a convenience this was for him! Now he doesn't have to loot around the place for discarded pieces of clay.

Jacabo slammed the box of clay right by his sculpture and went back into his tiny art zone once again.
He chuckled at Zander's compliment. "Art is like an underrated level of baddassery. I mean if you had the skills, people just bow down and praise you for drawing a stupid flower."
He continued on to make more details of his father, and he ended up with something that looked like a miserable middle aged man with a curly do and unshaven features.
"Eh, close enough."

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