Artist at the Market

Chapter 1

Today was just like any day for me. I woke up at around 2 in the afternoon and then went downstairs for breakfast. As I rounded the corner I heard my mom tell my brother to turn the volume down on the TV followed by my brother's usual grumbling. As I entered the kitchen I tried to be as quiet as I could so I wouldn't attract attention to myself. I made it to the pantry and grabbed the only sugary cereal in the house. I started to tiptoe back towards the staircase, but my mom heard me and told me to bring down my laundry and practice my piano. I groaned and went about doing what she asked. When I had finished I quickly made my way upstairs with the cereal. When I was safe in my room I spun around and locked my door, then I got my favorite blanket and went right to my laptop with pieces of cereal trailing behind me. I opened up my laptop and heard the familiar starting up tone. When the log in screen popped up I couldn't help but giggle at the meme I had as the background. I put my hands lightly on the keyboard and took up the persona of a reporter from the 60s that was clacking away on a typewriter and as fast as possible typed in my username and password. "Yes!" I said as I fist pumped the air. "Finally beat my record time!" Once I was done celebrating I opened up google and went to my most visited page, ArtLoversUnite.com. Then I scrolled through the endless amounts of art posted on the site. I loved art. I had always loved art and took it very seriously. Although I myself have never been very good at drawing or painting or anything like that, I absolutely adored the people that were. Among my favorites are the overly used Starry Night and Scream. I had always loved the old classic artists, but lately I felt like I'd found my soulmate of the art world. The artist posted his pieces anonymously, and never signed his work. To keep people from plagiarizing he placed a large watermark on his art that was online, but that was just a big letter A. Most people had never seen any part of anonymous artist referred to by the community as A, but I had seen part of him just once. In the background of one of his pieces he had posted online you could see a mirror. In that mirror there was a flash of jet black hair, fair freckled skin, and a glimpse of a single crystal blue eye. Just barely seeing even a part of him was the most dazzling thing I'd ever seen. Ever since I saw that post I hadn't been able to get that blue eye out of my head. I knew I had to meet him, but how in the world could I do that if I didn't even know his name?!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hello dear readers!! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Artist at the Market! I'm going to try to update and write new chapters regularly so please stay tuned. If anyone has any suggestions on grammar or my writing style or anything that would be constructive please don't hesitate to comment! Thank you,
⏳ Time Explosion ⏳