Art - One Point Perspective

Axel hated school, everything was so difficult and nobody wanted to help him with anything. Everything he had trouble with, and he couldn’t comprehend anything that was going on. He walked into his house, “Hi honey how was school?” his mom asked him, but he huffed. “School was fine mom” and he stomped up the stairs into his room. He threw his backpack and coat onto the floor, and flopped onto his bed, he reached over to turn off the light that he had left on, he felt safe in the dark and he didn’t really know why. Axel looked around the dark room and examined some things that had been in there, sometimes he does that when he’s bored and it’s entertaining to him. The black desk that had his laptop, where he spends most of his time doing homework and sometimes playing games when he has time. The brown, wood floor that had been cleaned earlier today by his mom, and his TV on the same side as your desk. His Window had a plastic cover over it, and the baseball that his brother had thrown through it because he was angry at you; and a poster of his favorite band on the wall over his bed. After he examines everything he can, he fell asleep, soon ready to get up for another bad day at school in the morning.