Artist Fingers (On Hold)

(2) What a Bother

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"I dream a lot. I do more painting when I'm not painting. It's in the subconscious. ~ Andrew Wyeth

                                                                            (2) What a Bother

 A sigh erupted from my lips and a glare pointing my vision.

"Get out of my car." I said, a sneer crossing my face.

"Oh, the mime speaks! And why would I do that beautiful?" he smirked. A held back a scowl, he wouldn't get it out of me. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. I had no business with this guy. If he wanted to bother me, fine. But I wasn't about to let him get control over me.

Hastily, I glared at him, before climbing out of my car, keys in hand. I locked the doors as he stepped out, then turned on my heels. I'd drive home later. I suppose I could take a walk around the school. It wouldn't hurt, right?

In a hast to escape the annoying new kid called Christian, I didn't notice the foot steps trailing behind me.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed, turning around to yell at him some more- only to come face to face with The Barbies. All 5 of them.

"Ew, she thinks we're following her."

"Wow, what a self centered brat!"

"I know! That freak!"

Their fake voices rung in my ears and I couldn't help but bite back another remark. It wasn't like I was going to tear up and begin crying. No, I had suffered enough to realize crying wasn't good for anything but attention. And that was the one thing I didn't want at all.

 Pushing past them, I kept my gaze on the floor as I walked back to my car. The idiot was no longer inside, and no longer in sight. He must of left when I did, realized it was no good. I couldn't help but smirk at that as I climbed into the driver's seat. For once in my life, I had won.

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 As soon as I got home, I rushed inside. Pulling out a fresh, blank piece of paper and sketching. I had an idea, an inspiration if you may, for a new painting. I had no idea who or where my muse was coming from, but god bless it for inspiring me this much. As I finished sketching, I realized it was a sketch of a Wolf, one in the middle of a snowy forest, head held high in a proud stance. Why I drew this? Not a clue, but I couldn't help but be glad.

 I folded the paper, taping it on an empty easel.

Maybe I could go out today, make a visit to go see Kieran. That always made me happy. After deciding it was for the best, I hopped back into my car and drove off towards Kieran's house. Hopefully he'd be home from school and wasn't busy. Perhaps I should've called, but my mind was cloudy and focusing on getting to Kieran's made it a lot more clear.