Forever Drawn

Forever Drawn <6>

© J-Lee

Chapter 6

I sighed and just as I was about to give up I glimpsed my art homework. It was the piece I drew my self with blue highlights. "That's it" I was so excited I squawked it out loud.

I jumped off my bed, grabbed some paper and pencils and got to work. I drew a girl with straight auburn hair that went down to her waist. She was wearing denim jeans and a red vest (very different to my pj's). I coloured my drawing in so that her skin was a lot more tanned than mine, also her lips weren't as red. The only thing I left the same was my eyes - only because the line 'what you can or can't do' from my dads letter was running through my head - I think (for some reason) I have to keep part of me the same or I'm not really me.

When I was finished I wasn't sure what to do, I'd only planned to draw someone then I thought the magic would just, kinda happen, but I guess not.

What did I do last time?...hmm...I was listening to music...thinking how much I wanted to be like the picture...I knew it could never happen so I hit...no...flicked it.

Flick it? What sort of Ta-Da moment is this? A lame one for sure.

Hmm...but I bet it works....

I stood in the middle of my cramped room with the picture in my left hand, took one last look at it then closed my eyes securely (I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to see it- or anyone else was for that matter). I slowly lifted my shaking right hand and with a sharp movement flicked the page.

Within a split second the breath was knocked out of me. I could feel a sharp wind whooshing around me. My ears popped a couple of times like they do on an aeroplane, and my teeth started to chatter even though I was neither hot nor cold. Then every part of my body started to tingle - like when you get pins and needles all over - but it was alot worse, this hurt like hell. It was almost as if i was being squished between two beds that are made out of nails at the same time as being strached like an elasitc band. The only thing I could feel was my eyes but I still felt I needed to keep them shut.

Suddenly I felt limp and crumpled to the floor.

I couldn't move. It was how being paralysed feels - I think. I was a total dead weight. My eyes were the only thing that I seemed to be able to move. I opened them a smidge, all I saw was the clatter of books and papers over my bedroom floor.

Then slowly as I was trying to move a piece of hair fell in my face. The moment I saw the auburn colour I knew it had worked.

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T.Z's point of veiw

I hate this having to wear these stupid glasses - even on a Saturday, in my house. I chucked them with force down our wooden stairs.

"Not again" my mum sighed.

I followed them down and strolled into the kitchen all innocent like. She just looked at me, I tried not to notice but she didn't stop staring at me. After a couple more seconds I gave up, I went and grabbed my glasses put them on and grumbled "happy now?" she didn't say anything but gave me some homemade pancakes instead.

She looks better (to me) without my glasses on. She likes me to keep them on as - in her words - 'I don't like you seeing me like that'. Well it is true that most people don't like to be seen by me with no glasses - not that that ever happens - my glasses don't come off around people. It seems that I see too much, that I see people without the shield they have around them nonstop. This 'ability' I have is NEVER useful; I can't tell people about it and I have to wear these glasses so I see people how everyone else sees them - I've had some big accidents before, it got me into a LOT of trouble - but that was years ago.

Being seventeen and having to wear blackout glasses is a bit of a disadvantage, but as I move schools so much it doesn't really matter what people think of me.

New school again on Monday, YAY (loving the sarcasm). It is strange though, I don't move schools at this time of the year but I was chosen to go to a different school - Wellington I think - as part a school swapping thing.

Maybe I could make better friends at this school, I only had one friend at Camperus college (my school) - Selena - she wasn't a good one but I sat with her and her friends at lunch - so I wasn't a total loner.

Anyway, today I've got to go shopping for all the things I need for my new school - books and pens and junk. So Selena is meeting me in town in about (looks at watch) half an hour. Oh crap. The bus takes ages to get to town. Hmm maybe...

"Muuummm" my voice flowing with persuasiveness.

"Yes i'll take you. Where to?" she replyed. Its good mum alway knows when I want something, its probebly the tone of voice I use.

"Town please" a masive grin on my face.

Going to town on a Saturday wasnt a very good idea - it was soooo busy - there is way too many people. But it wasnt too hard to find Selena - dark hair and the palest face I have ever seen.

"Hey" I hollered over the mass noise

"Hey" she yelled back

First we went into a stationary shop to get all our crap for school. Yes OUR. Shes moving schools too. Then she wanted to go into some girly clothes shop so I just said I would sit outside, no way am I going in there.

She's been ages. I looked in she was chatting with some girls - maybe from school. Then she saw me and said 'good bye' to them.

"How long do you want to take? You've been ages!"

"Well, some girl ran into me and knocked herself out-"

"Is she ok? Are you ok? Did you stay to see if she was alright?" I cut in

"Yeah, um, that's what I stayed to do," she murmured "and then I saw Sharron from Camperus and started talking"

"Oh okay," I uttered (I don't like Sharron) "do you want lunch?"

"Um not really but you can get some if you want"

So we went and got me some lunch, its pretty normal of Selena not to eat - I think she's on some stupid diet.

Anyway the day went fast with us both getting what we needed. It was nearly dark when we got on the bus home, the couple in front of us were sickening - they were sucking each other's faces. The girl was very fake with bleached hair and massive boobs and the guy was very average but apparently called Chuck. At least they got off before I nearly puked.

Sunday was great. I spent the whole day in bed watching DVD's, only getting out to eat and go to the bathroom. I love Sundays.