if CP's had daughters

trenderman

   my name is Shelby, i was never how you say a 'normal' kid. while most would be at school  talking to their friends gossiping about a cute boy or some store having a sale. but not me i normally  just sit in the back of the classroom with my note book watching as the subscribes, and comments on my latest video go up. i think the only reason the people watch me is because their unboxing's and the little stunts i do as well as my music vid's.

   "Shelby!" i look up from my notebook to see the teacher looking extremely mad.

   "what is it old man?" he sighs. when he hears his long hated nickname.

   "would you like to show the new girl around?" i look from the teacher to the new girl.

   "no i'm fine." i turn back to my notebook. lucky me the bell ringed saving me from having to show some chick  i know nothing about around .

   "OK every one remember read chapter twenty in the textbook. Shelby can i talk to you?" i look to him.

   looking up i  pretend to think before shaking my head. "sorry but i have to get home. my mum is expecting me." i then rush out of the room.  

   "wait! i wasn't asking i was telling." get back here.

   "sorry i have to go!!!" then i rush from the building. 

   when i get into the forest i sigh and sit down. "this day, ugh!" i dig threw my bag before pulling out my sketch book. opening my book i close my eyes and let the artist take over. while my eyes flick over the scenery my hand moves at a dizzying rate. i stay this way for over three hours, nothing but my eyes and hand. 

   finishing my drawing i take a look the scenery was perfect but their was some things in it that other artists would miss completely. it was a few spots where their was a blur of what looks like a person or someone in a tree, or a teddy bear that is no longer their. then theirs a triangle showing from behind a tree. 

   standing i look for the place where the triangle shows up, it should be right their. i turn a corner and look down seeing a hole in the base of the tree with a triangle sticking out. if i hadn't been in the zone in this spot i never would have seen it.

   i kneel down and grab the corner pulling it from the tree trunk. its a book covered in dirt. how odd. when i open it the pages are clean. i look in the book, it looks like clothes drawings. "that's very odd, who would leave a fashion book out here?" 

   i flip to a random page and come across a song, this is interesting

   how interesting, i remember when i first wrote a song it was based off this one. but the lyrics were a little more upbeat and less complex. something about loving what others don't, or something like that.

   i shrug before heading home, sadly i don't get to come to the forest often normally i have practices to go to or appointments i have to keep with my vocalists, or making appearances at art actions. but recently I've been getting more creative and my art has gone from pretty in pink to dark and dreary. 

   i don't know why but ever since that first day I've done it i crave to do it again that first seine when i was seven maybe eight i walked in on someone slipping out the window covered in blood. when i went over to see what had happen'd i saw my mothers body lifeless and limp.  

   but being young i didn't  know the difference of being dead and sleep so i just shook her, trying to get her to "wake up", for an unknown reason it never occurred to me that a crime had happen'd in my own home so i just went along with my day.

   i went to school prepared my own meals and gave some to my mother to eat but when i came back it was untouched, i cleaned the rooms i made messes in and learned to do the dishes along with the laundry i even learned to dance and sing in order to make some money. i was having a good life that is till my neighbor at the time complained about the smell of rot coming from the apartment, he even wen so far as to call the police. when they knocked on the door i was vacuuming and blasting music so when the officer kicked the door in i gave a frighten'd scream and pulled out my little leagues bat(just go with it). when i saw it was just the officer i sighed and clicked both the vacuum and the music off.