My immortal

Chapter 4

Under the bed in Anna's room is a mess. It is filled with scrap pieces of paper she had drawn on. She digs out a load of crumpled papers in which she had lost interest in. She opened them up and saw the drawings on them. They were old, not too old that she did not remember them though. They were pictures she had drawn on Father's Day when she was around the age of 5. They were pathetic stick figures of a girl and her dad. She always dreamt about what it would be like to have a dad. Given that he'd died before she was even born. She'd imagined him liking to fish and watching football and teaching her how to catch a ball.

Finally she found her old bag that used to be a crisp white now a dull yellow. She hadn't gone to art club in a whole year. It starts on the second Wednesday in March and ends on the last Wednesday in July. Her bag still has pencils and an old sketchbook.

She takes out the sketchbook and looks through each page. None of them are very intriguing except for a couple that caught her eye. One was a drawing of an angelic boy, another of the East River, and another of a symbol. She wasn't sure what the symbol meant but it was impactful.

She carefully stuffed the sketchbook back in her bag and hastily shrugged it onto her shoulder. She slid her phone into it and padded down the stairs to her mother waiting for her. She had changed when she got home into a baggy T-shirt and a pair of jeans that fit just right. At the door, she slid on her favorite pair of Ugg boots and sat shotgun in her mom's gray Honda Accord.

The art club meets in the library on Gould street. The librarian, Ian was a friend of Anna's. They would talk about books they had read and what the intended to read. He has said once that he would die next to a pile of books he never got to read. Ian is a fairly tall man with light brown hair and blue eyes. His eyes were mysterious. You could get caught easily staring into them.

Lauren pulled to a stop on Gould street and dropped Anna off at art club on her way to work.

Anna said goodbye to her mother and then she walked up the stairs to the library. There were people surrounding the entrance. They were looking at something in the window.

Once Anna got closer, she could see that it was a flyer letting them know that they would be acquiring new books. Anna always loved it when they got new interesting books to read.

She pushed through the crowd and opened the doors to the library. She scanned the building and found a small group sitting at a table in the corner. She walked over to them and sat next to her school friend, Kate.

"Hey," she said.

"Hello Anna." Kate replied. She looked over Anna as if thinking and then said, "What on earth are you wearing?"

Kate was one of the most girly people Anna had ever met. She was an alright person until she started talking about fashion. She will criticize until you want to hate her and run her over with a car. But Anna had learned to ignore it.

"Clothes."

Kate scoffed. "You should at least make an effort to look nice when out in public, sweetie."

Anna just rolled her eyes and her attention was brought to her instructor Christina.

"Hello everyone!" Christina says, her eyes bright and happy.

The room filled with sounds of shuffling. The children took their sketchbooks out of their bags and opened to a clean page. They were required to have a wooden graphite number 2 pencil and a sketchbook during art club.

Sometimes Christina would take them to walk around Harrowgold Park to get inspiration. Harrowgold park is on the west side of the East river. One day when Christina took them to the park, Anna had drawn a picture of the East river in which she had in her sketchbook. It was designed to reflect the setting sun on the water.