Country Fair

In a nutshell I'm not the country type. I don't ride horses, I barely go to rodio's, I never participate in them, I don't wear cowboy boots and hats. I don't hate things related to country. I respect cowboys and girls and bull riders. They're great people who have good morals and values. They're strong hard working people. But I would rather stay home and read a book or draw. Whether it's with my graphic tab or on a piece of paper. Usually I'm on my wannabe smart phone going through stupid pictures on Facebook and Pinterist. I also read manga a lot and I go on youtube and watch the anime. My life in a nutshell.

Although I have absolutely no social skills I like to go out in public with my friends and family and make a total fool of myself. I definitely have a yellow personality. But when it comes to strangers I get rather shy and awkward. When I'm in an awkward situation I usually tug at my hair and peel my split ends.

I do love music. Not a specific type, just in general. People taking out their emotions with guitars, violins, their voices. But I do not like some artist in the music industry and I question how they got where they are, Niki Manage, for example or Blood on The Dance Floor. Both equally disgusting.

Anyways, here I am up in my room. My room is small. It have a drawing table and a bed with an orange rolley chair. My walls are white with random things I put up there. I have black curtains and black closet doors. I have two baskets of laundry I should probably do but oh well. I'm reading Fullmetal Alchemist and life is good.

"Jane!" My older brother called from down stairs.

"What?" I called back.

"Come down here!"

I wouldn't of gone down if I knew he'd be taking me to the country fair. Great.

this is just a short story that popped into mind. hope you enjoy!