One step before me

-{Chapter 19: He who has guts}-

It was like his skin was shining- rather glimmering in the sunlight. I looked at him, trying to memorize every detail. The wind was blowing his hair, he was sitting calmly, peacefully, quietly on the stairs. The blue sky made the whole scenery even more pretty. I have to catch the moment on this piece of paper. Suddenly my hand started to move. I could not put the pen down. It was like my hand was dancing with paper and pen in front of me. I never knew that my passion for art was so big- no it's this moment. This is true art. A masterpiece. I can feel it in my pupils.

"Okay times up," Alexander said after his alarm clock rang. That's right, I have to get A+ on this art assignment. Going to the park was a good idea. I would never have guessed that it would have inspired me that much. Right now, I am drawing Timathy, Timathy is drawing Alexander and Alexander is drawing me. Wow, I managed to finish it before time (2 seconds at that). "Wow-wow-wow four eyes. How come you drew both of us? Are you trying to play mister genius again?" Alexander told Timathy, standing up now. Timathy ignored him and gave me the paper which seemed like he had drawn me upon it. "I finished the drawing of Alexander way before time, so I drew you too," He said with no further ado. "Oh okay thanks," I said and got the paper in hand. I then became speechless when I saw the drawing. "Now stop looking at it, mine is better," Alexander said, and I received his drawing too. It looks okay, actually, it's not that bad. Timathy's, however, is an entirely different case. It was as if a picture was taken of me. And with that short amount of time...how talented can you be? I looked at Timathy and gave him my paper. Alexander arrogantly snatched the paper with the drawing of himself out of Timathy's hand and coughed at the end. He probably doesn't want to admit that Timathy did pretty good.

"I have always been better to draw then writing. " I told Timathy when he started to look at my masterpiece. "I have tried to capture the moment you were in-"I said proudly but sadly was interrupted.  "What is this?" Timathy said looking like he was speechless. I knew he would be amazed.
"This drawing is worse than a stick man. No. It's even more hideous than a stick man." Timathy said and then added. "How come I suddenly have a mustache?" And turned his head towards me with a frown. "It's not a mustache, it's your nose..." I responded feeling a tiny bit hurt. Alexander leaned his head closer to take a look too. "I think it's a perfect description of you," Alexander remarked. Is that a compliment or not?

Timathy looked at Alexander with a serious expression for a while in silence before he commented: "Why do I always end up in the same group as dumb" pointing at me "and dumber" He then finished, pointing with his other hand towards Alexander. I will never get hurt by his diss-tracks, because I know, that it is his way of showing his affection towards us. Or so I tell myself, but the reality is unpredictable and harsh. As the two boys were discussing things and whatnot, a little kid caught my eye. He was wearing mafia clothes with his two other companions (?) on both of his sides and a toy gun in hand.

"Awww sfgfdfs the children are SO cute!" I said out loud to Timathy and Alexander. They both stopped the conversation and turned their heads at me. Maybe it wasn't the right time to open my mouth. We then moved our heads toward a person who seemed to make its way towards us. It was the mafia kids. How cute.

"AEY LADY! who are you calling cute?" The kid snapped at me. Did he just talk to me in a disrespectful way? Nah. Maybe it's just my imagination. "Huh? Ugly woman are you deaf?" He said and then snorted. A disrespectful little piece of- Why are so many kids so shameless these days? I stood up and said "I said you look like a cute kid. Problem?" I told him face to face. He mimicked me in an annoying way and then ended it with a "Shut up." I am THIS close to make this kid cry. He started to diss me and moved his chest forward, why are you playing macho-man kid? I thought you had better things to do. I then slowly realized that this kid's hight was up to my waist. "Your breath still has the sent of milk kid, don't bother to go against the elders," I told him after a deep sight. The kid was deeply taken back and was clearly offended. Das right. Be offended.