Behind a storage door filled with dust and boxes and up a rainbow-fied whirling staircase lies a hidden room known as the Rainbow Room. After attending FTS for three years, I have never known about this room until a month ago. It still shocks me that there was even such a place. To me, seeing splattered paint and graffiti is art. There's always meaning behind someone's work of art and I find every bit of it intriguing.
P.S. Meet the best dressed guy at my high school. I especially loves the fact that he wears bowties in a Chuck Bass-like formality regardless of what anyone thinks. #swoonfactor
P.P.S. He's on twitta!