Muse

Seven ~ Paintbrush

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Paintbrush | 'pant,breSH| noun; a brush for applying paint – New Oxford American Dictionary.

Chapter seven; paintbrush

The next morning I woke up feeling strangely refreshed and energized.

I guess this is why my mother had always pushed me to go to bed early. Yep, you heard me right. As soon as I made it home from Arthur's last night, which was around nine thirty, I hit the sheets and passed out.

Never will I ever again underestimate the amount of energy sitting in a room in silence for almost six hours sucks from your body. Literally, that's all that went on for almost half my day. I sat there on that chair in the corner, though it was rather comfortable, for six hours and all I had to show for it was...absolutely nothing. Arthur wouldn't even let me see the darn thing. And when I asked, he refused to show me the watercolor painting from last week also.

This is so unfair.

I sigh before shoving my blankets off my body with my feet and sitting up, looking over at my alarm clock.

8:34 AM

I could go back to sleep. I doubt Ray is awake and my mom always sleeps in on Saturdays. I would too if I had to deal with snobby rich kids who have just entered adulthood and don't have anything to do with their lives except take a summer art course and generally have no talent.

No, my mom never said that but I've gone with her to a couple classes when I was younger and everyone was super...yeah. And I know "yeah" isn't exactly an adjective but, trust me that's the only way to describe them.

I scratch my scalp, feeling my oily hair and scrunching my nose in disgust. I love summer but something about the heat makes my hair super greasy.

I immediately stand and head to my dresser, pulling out a pair of white shorts, a peach short sleeved button up shirt, and of course underwear. But no one wants to know about that.

I take my time in the shower, humming a tune I hear in my head but doesn't exist anywhere else. I feel the bathroom beginning to steam up and my mouth feels overly dry today so I turn the heat of the water down, feeling the cool water over my hair.

I sigh as I step out of the shower tilting my head slightly as I walk to be sure my hair doesn't touch my back. Something about wet hair grosses me out to no end.

I blow dry my hair, my towel tucked tightly around my body as I think about today. I could always give Lila a call and see what she's up to. Or maybe try one more time to get Ray to hang out with me. I might just gather up my things and head to the park for a few hours. Get some writing done-

Wait.

I throw my now dry hair into a messy bun and tie a peach colored bandana into a headband on my head before throwing on my clothes, possibly missing a button or two, before dashing out of the bathroom and into my room, bumping into a ticked off Ray on the way.

"Watch it." His usual disrespectful tone comes out to play but I ignore it completely, pushing past him.

As soon as I step through the door make a run for the bed, jumping onto the comforter and reaching down to unplug my phone from the wall. I type a rushed message to Arthur.