Not Famous Yet?

8

I sit up. I see the early sunlight peeking through the shades.

My hair is probably disgusting, but I really don't care.

I look over and see that Jamie is still asleep. We fell asleep watching Mean Girls. The movie was okay, but eh. Jamie fell asleep with an Oreo in her mouth.

I giggle and get up out of the bed and turn the television off.

I pull my hair back, but I find a hairband, so I pull back into a ponytail, I don't really care what my hair looks like, so I don't mind if pieces are sticking out.

I climb out of the bed, looking for something to do while Jamie sleeps her äss off.

Nothing to do... Nothing to do... I think while I walk around my fairly large room.

I stop at my bookshelf. I guess I could read... I shrug as a reach out for the first book I see, but something else catches my eye.

It's on the shelf above the one I reached for.

It was one of my sketch books. I haven't used one of these in forever. When I was in highschool, I had wanted to be an artist, but I was told that that was not what I should go into.

"I guess I could look through it..." I mumble as I pull out the book filled with blank pages, and little sketches.

As I try, and should I say fail, to pull the sketch book out of the bookshelf, it flutters to the ground, making noises as it pulls other books down with it to its feathery, yet not feathery fall.

"Dämmit..." I mumble as I look over to see if Jamie is still asleep.

Luckily, she sleeps like Sleeping Beauty. I'm quite jealous of her heavy sleeping, but at least I would be able to wake up to live through the Zombie Apocalypse, well, she could sleep through it so yeah, I shouldn't really be bragging.

I slowly reach down for the book and snatch it, looking for a place to sit and take a walk down Memory Lane.

I scan the room for a place, besides the bed, to take up a new past-time.

Ah... My beanbag. I smile as I walk across the room to the sack of foam, plopping down and crossing my legs, and opening the book to my past.

Unlike, my other sketch books, the pages in this one were totally black. Exception of my drawings of course.

I had received this sketch book for Christmas one year, by one of my aunts. She had no children so she would spend all of her money on me. I didn't want her to, but she would anyways.

As I open the cover to the sketch book, I notice a little note on the inside of the cover, from my aunt.

"Draw the path to which both your heart and dreams desire. Make the most of your life, live free, love free, laugh free, follow your dreams... xx-Aunt Eliza"

"She should become a poet..." I quietly joke to myself, and flip through the pages, one by one.

There were multiple drawings, doodles, sketches whatever you want to call them on the black paper.

But one stood out the most.

Or at least I think it did. Someone had snatched it out of my hands.

"Whoa... Dude... Have you ever gone to art school? Your pretty good..." Jamie asked, wide-eyed.

"No and give it back!" I say, reaching for the little black booklet.

"Whoa, really? I don't know if I could believe you..." Jamie says, carefully avoiding my hands and walking back to the bed only to plop back down.

"Well, I don't care if you don't believe me, now give it back,"

"No..."

"Why?"

"Because I'm looking at it..."

"No shït, now give it back,"

"No, you can sit beside me if you want to see it,"

"But they're my drawings!"

"But they're really cool..." Jamie says, keeping her eyes on the booklet.

Silence, complete silence.

"Fine." I say, and drop onto the bed beside her.

She leans the book to the right so I could get a better look at it.

"See, I told you, you are awesome at this stuff, never quit," she says, smiling at the book and flipping the page. I wasn't really looking at the paper anyway, I just wanted my book back.

"Too late, already have," I say, standing up and walking towards the door.

"Wait, first, where are you going, second, why did you quit?" She says, getting up as well.

"I'm going to make breakfast, or at least try to," I mumble the last part to myself.

"Okay, but why did you quit?" She says, looking down at the book, "you were really good..."

"My mom-mom told me that was no business to get into..." I say, cringing af the thought of my real mom's thoughts on my now crushed dreams.

"Well, she's gone now, pick it up again!" Her voice sounds more demanding than she actually is.

"I don't know..." I say, walking down the stairs, keeping my eyes to the designs in the railing.

"Please? With a cherry on top?"

"Why? Why do you want me to do this? And for you?" I say, turning towards her once I reach the bottom of the stairs.

"Well... You're good at it," she says, like its obvious.

"Not a good enough reason," I say and turn back around, heading into the kitchen.

Once I get to the kitchen, I pull out a pan and start up the bottom right burner.

Pancakes. Yum.

"Well... Maybe because this is what you want to do..." Jamie says from behind me.

It was that simple 10-word sentence that had change my mind.

I do want to draw, no stopping that.

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PLEASE READ

So, what did you guy(s) think?

It's terrible, I know.

There should be a picture of what Emma drew at the top. (I did not draw, ALL CREDIT TO ORIGINAL OWNER, this picture is not Niall, just a random person, and it's a sketch, not one of her best pictures and definitely not the picture that Jamie saw)

I needed something she was good at, so I chose to give her a little artistic side.

This chapter was a little short, not by much though, just around 38 words shorter than I usually like it, but it's New Year's Eve and I should be spending time with family. I wrote most, nearly all of this chapter today and I'm ready to go party and watch the New Year's thing on Nickelodeon. One Direction will be singing on that, so I've heard.

See ya later my sweet reader(s), Happy New Year's and I'll talk to you buddies next year! (Sorry, I had to do that XD)

Until next year, (my apologies, again)

-Pj