POV: Meg
Almost every night i would hurry to finish my homework so i could work on my drawings. Im a self-taught 16 year old from L.A.
Being a junior was a lot tougher then I imagined. As much as grades mattered, my art was more important to me and i would invest all my time & effort into it.
At the end of the night my hands would be covered in pastels, markers, paint, sharpie, and any other art material imaginable.
I grabbed my phone took a few shots of the my recent drawing i did, a portrait of Ethan Dolan.
It wasn't my best piece of work. There were a few places that were smudge from the coal but i spent way too long on it to not post it to my Instagram.
I was your typical fangirl: dying to have my idols, the dolan twins notice me. I wasnt a big account or anything, i only had 3k- something followers.
My captions are never creative. I imported the picture that looked the best into instagram and wrote out the caption: "sorry this is really bad guys ahh, took 3hrs, enjoy bbys, tag ethan??"
As usual: I get notifications saying
[xadoredolan] : user373 liked your post
[xadoredolan] : amazdolan liked your post
[xadoredolan] : ella929 commented "@ethadolan this is amazing"
and so on....
I replied to comments for 45 minutes and without even noticing it, it was 12:38am. "shit" i said out loud, but quietly knowing that everyone in the house was asleep. I picked out my outfit for the next day and sat my alarms on my iPhone for the following morning.
"1,983 likes and 193 comments"
not bad. goodnight
