Full Of Surprises

Art Club

My mom got me signed up for an art club her friend is doing. Our first meet is today. On the way to their house, the car bumps on alllot of rocks. Finally we turn down a long rocky road(btw my fave ice cream). Then, we approach a mini mansion. That house is like 3 times the size of mine.
When I walk in, I sit down at the table with some girl and a lady who looks around 20. The girl looks Hispanic or Morrocan. I smile awkwardly at the older lady who must be the host. She says to get our portfolios. Then she introduces herself. "Hi, my name is Candy and we're going to go in a circle and introduce ourselves. As I already told you I'm Candace. I'm 32 years old. When I first started painting I was 11," she went on.
Then it's my turn.
"Ummmm... I'm Eillene Black... I'm 12 years old. I started drawing when I was..." I start. Uh-oh. What now? I started when I was 2 but I don't want seem like a show off so I'll say 4. "I started drawing and painting when I was 4. My favorite art styles are manga and chibi but mostly manga. I draw to relieve my feelings. Or when I'm in math class(they all laugh at this). The music I listen to influences what I draw, too. Honestly the possibilities are endless," I say.
Finally, it was the girls turn. "I'm Fara, I'm 12 and I'm in 7th grade. When I first started drawing I was 4. I started drawing more when I was in 3rd grade. My favorite art style is anime. Manga and chibi. I like listening to music while I draw. I draw to get out the feelings that suppress inside of me," she says. She nods her head, looks away and smiles. "Every one share your favorite art piece. Who wants to go first?" Candace asks. "Me," I volunteer. I pull out a piece of paper with an amber brown colored girl with red pigtails dressed in red and blue. "Ummm.. This is called Amber. There's really no story behind it, I was just bored in my Discovery class one day," I say. "I like the contrast," Candy says. "This is Billy," Fara says. In front of me there's a picture of a guy with blood on his hands looking like he just crawled out of the hell pits. Soulless white eyes staring at me. And I recognize it. "OMG THAT'S THE GUY FROM FULL METAL ALCHEMIST!!" I exclaim. "Yes!" She says. "What is this?" Candace says, looking confused. "A TV show and a manga," we say at the same time. "Okay seems like you two have a lot in common. You guys can go upstairs and chat it up," Candy says. We go upstairs. I grab her cat whose name is Shadow. We talk about animes. Drawing. Her annoying little brother. Then we go in her dads room. "This is your parent's room?" I ask. She nods and looks away. I sit on the bed. "I like this room," Fara says. "Me too. It's big," I say. Fara sits down on the bed next to me and we both pet Shadow. "This is my dad's bed," she says. "Doesn't your mom sleep here, too?" I ask. "Yeah. Well no. She used to," Fara says. "Oh," I leave it at that. I look at the wall. Pictures of her dad and a lady and her and her brother were everywhere. "Is that your mother?" I ask and point at the woman. Fara nods. "She was," I stare amazed someone could look so "Gorgeous," I say. "Thank you," Fara says. She seems uncomfortable talking about her parents. Her parents must be divorced. But why does there dad still have pictures of her up? Oh. Crap. I don't think... Oh. Oh. oh. why. why god. Why God. I stand up, and we leave her dad's room.
Fara heats up some leftover pasta for me. We go in Dining room #2 and I sit down at the piano. I play All Of Me by John Legend. Tina looks proud.
We go home.
"Mom?" "Yes, honey?" Tina asks. "Ya know Fara?" I ask. "Is her mom... dead?" I close my eyes. "Yes. She died 6 years ago of leukemia. She had cancer," mom says. I gasp. "That explains it all," I say.
The next day at school I am still thinking about this. I even got in trouble in Spanish because I was ranting about a girl I barely knew and a woman I never met in my life. In ela I couldn't take it. "Ms.Brown? I can't take it.  Can I step out?" I say. I leave the room. Why? Why am I obsessively freaking over a woman I never even knew. But still even a week after, I can't get her face out of my head. I know how it feels to lose an uncle, but my mom?
I would hate that. I really would.