The Adventurous Adventures of an Invisible Teenager

Chapter One : Something's brewing other than pancakes...

My eyelids flickered open slowly and I took in my surroundings. As usual my fuzzy bedspread was on the floor and my room in shambles. Don't ask me how my lamp is hanging upside down from my lanterns or why there’s paint literally covering the entire floor. Sighing wearily I got up.

 I'm not quite sure how or when this started,  but for as long as I can remember I have been sleep walking. Well walking and so much more, and because of it I'm seriously thinking of getting a personal maid just to clean up from my sleep-escapades. I slowly righted my room as best as I could and  went down my rickity farmhouse steps to get a bite to eat. Hey a growing girl's got to have her sustenance! 

 I was in the kitchen fiddling around, when my best friend, Ash, decided to pay me a visit.

 She made herself comfortable on my counter, with a chipper smile on her face, and spoke in a volume that should never be used at this unholy hour, “Hey hey hey girl! It’s about time you came to life, my stomach is just about eating itself! So cook for me my minion!”

 I lifted my eyebrow, looking dubiously at her, “Ash, really? Minion? What are we Despicable Me? “

 “We you look despicable,” Ash said this laughingly and stuck her tongue out.

 “Ash, I’m the one cooking you should be nice to me!” 

 “Urm, no. I don’t think that’s how it works.” 

 "Right, because being mean to someone is totally going to make them do what you say.” I mumbled out while preparing to start cooking.

 “Exactly my point! You’re so slow in the morning. Keep up with the times woman!”

 Shaking my head and smiling at her logic I asked, “What would you like…master?” At the end of this sentence I made a small bow, my sarcasim clear. 

 Ash tapped her chin with her dainty pointer finger, pretending to think,  “Hrm. How ‘bout some of your lovely pancakes that taste oh so heavenly?”

 I laughed out loud, “Oh Ash, what would I do without you?”

 “Nothing! You’d be an old lonely cat lady who wouldn’t even have a cat, and would sit all alone will all the other eighty year old ladies gossiped in the knitting club!”

 “Are you sure that isn’t a bio of your own life?”

 Our banter continued till it was interrupted by another very familiar and sleepy voice, “Are you two going to be going to school anytime soon or at least planning on being quiet?”

 Both our heads snapped up, Ash’s cheeks imitating a tomato, to see my disgruntled older brother. Ever since we were little Ash has had a crush on him, though why I’ll never know why. He’s a jerk. 

Ash spoke quietly, trying to not look badly infront of Jackson, "Urm...Yeah...We...were just..."

I decided to save her from her floundering, "Going up to my room, to get some stuff! Don't eat my pancakes, or else!" 

I reached for her arm and pulled her all the way up the steps and into my mint colored room, slamming the door along the way. I slumped against the door, taking a deep breath in, while Ash gained some of her wits and wandered around my room. She continued to poke around, shuffling through all of my papers and stuff. Honestly I could care less. Ash knew everything and anything about me. She was really my other half and I shared everything with her. I paid her no attention, picking at my chipped nail polish while humming a song, when finally I saw her head snap up. 

"Jessa?" Ash said breathlessly and quietly. 

I didn't bother to look up, nail polish still had my full attention, "Mhm?" 

She paused for a second taking a breath in, "When did you do this?"

I looked up to see my best friend holding my latest piece, an awed expression spread across her features. 

"Last night?" My voice wavered, remembering the promise I made along with my parents talk. I can't believe that it's over. No more doodling across my notebook pages, or coming home and finding the security in the smell of acrilic paints. That's all gone now. My eyes filled with unwanted visiting tears, my  face begining to show signs of my misery.

Ash hadn't looked up till she heard the sounds of my dismay and when she did, she ran over and wrapped her thin arms around me. Her vanilla scent enveloped me, and I closed my eyes before begining to tell her what had happened. There were times when my voice wavered, but she was always there, whispering words of encouragment, telling me to go on. This is why this crazy blonde who was so annoying was my friend, she was there when I needed someone strong to lean on. She was just simply there. 

At the end of my story of how art was over for me, she leaned back and held me at an arms length. Her eyes were filled with the untamed rage of the lightning Ash I knew, and she spoke the simple words I wouldn't take much notice to till much later on. 

"Not if I can help it."