"...Aphmau?"
I groaned, and Sky put me down. I turned to look at the speaker.
"Hey, Isaac."
"Why are you with the SkyArmy?"
The said "army" looked down on the ground, clearly not wanting to be apart of this awkward confrontation. Neither did I, but looks like we never get what we wish for. At least, I never had.
"Well, long story short, this 'army' has been a pain in my side for more than a month." I said nonchalantly, looking for a way out. No luck. Suddenly Isaac turned his attention away from me and to his phone, which had started buzzing. He uttered a curse and ran off. Thank God.
The guys immediately tried to swarm me, but I was too quick and was already bounding towards my dorm, my grandmother's painting clasped in my hand. I ran up the stairs and slammed the door shut just in time to hear four distinctive thuds against it. I turned the lock, smirking. I turned to look down at the painting. It was a purplish-blue sky, and it looked like it was moving. I blinked and it stopped, but it made me uneasy. I set it up on my dresser, thinking I'd find a spot for it later.
If I had found its spot sooner, then maybe the best and worst month of my life might not have happened.
(A/N) Heyo! So, getting pretty intense, huh? Some questions to ponder: Who is Isaac, and what did he mean to Aphmau? Why is the SkyArmy hanging around her? And, the most important question of all, what is the painting's significance? Just things to think on. :-) P.S. The painting looks like my background on my main thingy-Convela
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Hayran KurguYou know that feeling of pride you had as a kid? That feeling that where ever you lived after would never measure up? Aphmau was a loner, an outcast. She did it by her own hand, but it still didn't mean that she wasn't lonely. A small painting, gift...
