"..hmm.. how about this..? agh jeez-" a groan escaped my lips, this assignment wasn't getting easier as i worked on it. my eyebrows furrowed from frustration as the eraser on my pencil ripped the cheap paper. i just wanted a break from this.
8:45 PM
i stared blankly at the time blaring so brightly from my laptop screen, not a single coherent thought ran through my brain. this portrait has to be done by friday, it's already wednesday but i know how slow i can be when it comes to drawing. what can I say? i'm a perfectionist. every little detail has to be perfect.
"some water would be nice.." i paused my playlist and got up to get some ice cold water to soothe my dry throat. i walked up to the fridge and grabbed a cool bottle of water but i felt something or someone creeping up behind me, attempting to spook me.
"ay! la ratona salió de su cueva!" (the rat came out of her cave!) my mom exclaimed, quickly grabbing onto my shoulders.
"ma!" i flinched at her surprise attack, she always gets me..
"what are you doing, lil girl?" her accent peeked through her words, a hint of suspicion glazing over them.
"me dió sed.." (i got thirsty..) i admitted, heading back to my room but i stopped in my tracks at the sound of my mom's voice again.
"hey! a dónde vas? guárdame los platos" (hey! where are you going? put away the dishes for me) her voice pierced through my peace of mind. like a mindless robot, i immediately went to put away the clean but overwhelming pile of dishes stacked in the sink.
"finally.." i dried off and put away the last plate in its respective cabinet, earning a 'thank you' from my mom. continuing to my room, i again was interrupted.
"mija, estás bien? ya se que eres bien sería, pero se parece como se te olvidó como sonreír" (mija are you alright? I know that you're the quiet type, but it looks like you forgot how to smile) my mom questioned me, worry bathing in her words. i didn't know how to respond, my problems shouldn't worry her this much.
"ay no te preocupes ma, namas es estrés de exámenes y mi quince.." (ah don't worry ma, it's just exam stress and my quince..) i bluntly responded, trying to sound as genuine as possible. she smiled at me but concern still stuck into her like a pesky sticker that refused to let go of the surface.
i went back to my room with my water in hand and picking up where i left off, grabbing the pencil and continuing to sketch out this portrait. this was for a major grade, the assignment was to draw self portraits as we see ourselves; emotionally, mentally, physically, etc. the concept interested me but my flesh clearly had no interest in drawing that.
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"i think that's good for now.." i stared at the now graphite-scribbled paper, those lines and shadows making up the resemblance of my complexion. i saw myself with heavy eye bags from sleepless nights, a resting mean face that means no harm, my two toned lips caused from hyperpigmentation, untamed frizz from my loose curls, and much more that could be named. of course it wasn't finished to me yet, i felt like it needed more work, but to reward myself i decided to pause for the day.
i checked the clock once more, unaware how much time had passed.
12:37 AM
"shoot-" i quickly went to the bathroom to prepare myself for bed, ignoring my drained features in the mirror and darting back to my room. i turned off the music, lights, left my sketchpad as is and plopped down on my bed. as i laid comfortably with the fan blasting, i prayed my nightly prayers, and tried my best to sleep. man, i need to control this better.
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"what a feeling.."
Fanfictionthis is another remake of a yakko x reader story LMAO i keep improving. this one is basically a self insert book but feel free to insert yourselves in here! now, shall we begin? highschool is rough, we all know that. lots of work piled onto a burnt...
