The Artist

Chapter 1

Hey guys! I hope you enjoy The Artist. I just asdfgghjkl; lol hah its gonna be good I promise. just bare with me. there is going to be short chapters and long ones. there will be mature parts. you don't have to read it but if you do it will be very graphic. ;) everyone 'THE ARTIST'

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Chapter 1

Ana's P.O.V.

"Wow." I said to myself looking at my painting. Eight full hours. I painted a picture of a little girl angel being surrounded evil spirts. I am so satisfied with it. It came out just the way I wanted it to. I grab the painting and place it near the window for it to dry. I have to get ready. I sell my paintings on the streets of New York.

I walk to my bathroom and put the shower on. I have more paint on myself then canvas. I giggle at the thought. I get undress and walk in the shower. I jump a little because it is burning hot.

In time my body gets used to the heat and I wash my medium length hair with my mint conditioner. I wash my body and try to be as gentle with my skin as possible to get the paint. Eventually I get the paint out and get out of the shower.

I walk out of the bathroom and the cold air hits me like a bullet. I walk into my little room and put the light on. I walk to my drawer and take out underwear and a bra. I put my underwear first then my bra. I get my deodorant take off the lid and put it on. I walk to my closet and grab my dark jeans, a white t-shirt, a sweater, and my white converse. I put my clothes on then I put socks on and lastly my shoes.

I walk back into the bathroom to fix my hair. I grab my blow dyer and dry my hair. I pull my hair back into a pony tail. Also I fix my bangs. I hate my bangs but sometimes they come in handy.

I go to the living room and sit on the couch. I grab my phone out of my back pocket and call Michael my best friend to help me set up my paintings on 5th ave.

"Hey Michael."

"Hey Ana! Whats up?"

"Nothing much really. I was wondering if you could help me set up my paintings."

"Sure! Ill be there in fifteen."

"Ok! Thanks Michael!"

I hang up my phone and place it back in my back pocket. I go to the paintings I have worked on and I debate which ones I should take. I grab a five landscapes, a seven portraits, and one of a rose. I grab a few at a time a bring them near the door so it is easy when Michael gets here. I look at the one I painted not to long ago. I can't sell this one it's to precious to get rid off. I decide that I will keep it.

I hear a knock on the door and I speed walk to the door. I open the door and greet Michael with a hug.

"Hey Ana." Michael says to me with a smile.

"Hey! Here are the paintings. Ill grab the table and you grab the paintings." He nods in agreement and I go grab the table. When we both have the things we need we both head out of my apartment. I close the door and lock it. We both head to the elavator. When we get to the lobby I see George the concierge.

"Good afternoon Ana! Going to sell your paintings again?" George asks me with a smile.

"Yeah actually! Michael is going to help set up."

"Thats great! Have fun and be safe ok?"

"Okay I will and ok I will!" I say to him as I walk with Michael out the door of the apartment building. We walk down the street and we make it to 5th ave.