The next morning I woke up to the sun shining, warm in my face. Squinting as my eyes adjusted to the light, I gazed around at my room. From my shaggy baby-blue rug, on top of the polished wooden floors, to the high ceiling, with a modern chandelier hanging, everything was in shades of pastel, light pink, baby blue, soft green and a sunny orangey-yellow.
There are three bookcases, that go from floor to ceiling, filled to the brim. My eyes fell do a door in between two bookshelves. This is my favourite part of my room, my art room. When I first chose my room, it had an on-suite and two walk in wardrobes. Only one of those became a wardrobe. I installed a turquoise door on the second one, which had a window facing the neighbours, and a skylight. Because of these two windows, during the day the room was always light. In there, I put a wooden chest, full of all the art supplies you could imagine, another bookshelf, about waist high, with pots of brushes, canvases and pallets.
Pushed against one wall were three easels, varying in heights, but in the middle of the small room (which was about four metres by 2 metres) was a large wooden easel, on which I did almost all my art. Due to it originally being a wardrobe, the room was small, but cosy.
Still smiling at the memories of decorating that room, I jumped out of my soft double bed and had a hot shower. Finally, I dragged my body from the glorious jets of steaming water and got dressed. Today I chose denim shorts, a lilac tank top, and of course my trademark leather jacket. It used to be Dad’s jacket.
One time, when I was five, he went away on business trip for eight weeks. Back then my dad was my favourite person in the whole world, he woke me up every morning, put me to bed, walked me to school, and was always there with open arms at the end of school, always wearing the same light brown leather jacket.
I could tell him everything, and I did. So when he left, he gave me his jacket to look after, and when I missed him I would cuddle up to it and imagine he was laying there right next to me.
I was always supposed to give it back to him when he got home, but I never did, and he never asked for it. It just became mine. I guess that's why it’s so special to me, why I wear it everywhere even though it is two sizes too big (imagine how it must have looked when I was five). Its the only thing I have left of our lives before. The only thing that I have to remember what it used to be like.
Grabbing Cat, my phone and my sunnies on the way out, I went for a walk, along the sidewalk at the top of one of the lesser known Gold Coast beaches. I got my phone out of my pocket; luckily the earphones were still attached. Placing them in my ears, I selected my ‘summer playlist’ and started mouthing the words to ‘summer nights’, from the Grease soundtrack. Just as I was getting into the song, Cat decided he needed a bathroom break, so I led him over to patch of grass, singing along to my favourite Grease song as he squatted down to poo.
As the chorus neared, I started to bop my head, until finally, as Sandy and Danny burst into harmony, I started to dance. With my eyes closed, I began moving my hips, swaying my head, dancing in a way that could have won me ‘The dorkiest Dork’ award, if there was such a thing.
My dancing was suddenly interrupted, as someone grabbed my back, wrapped their arms around my waist and whispered into my ear, “I think you should stop dancing and greet your admiring fans…” I immediately opened my eyes to see that it was Cody holding me and there was a group of six or seven people watching, laughing, some even videoing me.
Blushing, I covered my face and pulled away from Cody, knowing that I would most probably be a worldwide sensation on YouTube by tomorrow. On the verge of tears I pulled Cat along and started dragging my embarrassed self home. Suddenly I felt a large hand on my shoulder. Squealing, I whipped around ready to face my attacker.
I HAVE ONE PERSON READING MY BOOK THAT I DONT KNOWWW!!!
You should go check her book out- its called daisies and converse :)
Do you like Cody? I think he's sweet
kay bai lovelies

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Freaky
Teen FictionMadison Carteny is known as Madison, Maddi or Freak. She loves Writing lists, Art, Reading, Puppies and Peanut Butter, Hates Spiders and Jessie Grantham. Her Best Friends are Terrence Smith and Cat. (Cat is a dog) And her description- tall, thin, b...