𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙂𝙤 𝙒𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙄𝙣 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜

Things That Can Go Wrong In Artist Stories

I used to love drawing.

I used to search for tutorials on how to draw, and proudly show off the skills I learned in Art Class.

Looking back at it now, I must've looked like a girl who thinks she's better than everyone. Not to mention I knew the answers and said them out loud instead of raising my hand... Jeez, this is why I don't want to relive bad memories, I was so disrespectful back then...

And I quit art.

I quit drawing.

As I got older, I started seeing the flaws and how my old drawings made no sense. My recent drawings had an improvement, but still had the same mistakes.

I kept trying to improve, and improve, but no matter how much I learned, I still made the same mistakes. Do I sound like Ena Shinonome? Maybe. Perchance.

I tried fixing the mistake: it was too unnatural. I tried fixing it again: it was too abstract to understand. After endless fixing to no avail, I just folded it and put it in my drawer where the rest of my drawings would soon go.

Shortly after, I decided to stop putting so much of my energy into art. Why focus on improving something when it's just not meant for you?

But Art class is required to move up a grade and graduate, so I still had to attend it. It was... tolerable, but the club wasn't.

I had enlisted in another club but got rejected and the only club available left was the Art Club, and I hated every session we had. Everyone was so good, their artwork was amazing that I could easily mistake it for an artwork painted by a professional artist. It was like I was the only one who was left behind. Then again, they did pick this club because they were good at art. I should enlist in the newspaper club this year...

Even worse news was that I knew no one there. I had no one to talk to, I had no one to ask, and that just made me feel even worse. This is why you should enlist in a club you like, people.

But I guess Art Club wasn't just a bad memory without any moral lesson. I got to meet Junbi. I was seatmates with her and she began talking to me a lot. When she said she didn't know everyone at the first session, I was shocked since she made friends with almost everyone in the club. Talk about extroverts...

So, no wonder she got elected as president. I swear, class/club/school elections (or most, if not all elections) are just a popularity contest. Wait, this is reminding me of that club I didn't get into-- This is why I hate and question myself on why I remember bad memories over good ones.

So, yeah. I'm pretty sure we won't be clubmates again this year, but we're still English, Music, and Arts classmates. Plus, she'll probably drag me on another outing with the same friend group again.

Oh, right.

Remember the girl whom I talked to after the escape room entry thing I made and how she said the newest member of the group was suspicious? She told me to meet at a cafe. The same cafe where I comforted Emily during my very first entry. I wonder how's she doing. But most importantly, why Girl B messaged me this..?

Yeah, I should probably ask for Girl B's name tomorrow there.

TL;DR :: why i'm a shinonome ena kinnie and how I met Junbi