Find Me

Ch. 2

Alexia's pov

I'm not entirely sure how, but somehow my mom and I have decided to go to some painting pottery thing. I don't even know. She read you could paint your own mug and got excited and I just agreed to because I couldn't come up with anything better to do.

I'm out of school. She's saved me there. The least I can do is let her do what she wants now. She's saved me from torment she doesn't even know exists.

"Are you going to paint a mug?" Mom asks.

"I guess." I say.

"Whoever's is better gets to choose what we do next." Mom says.

I will never understand my moms obsession with coffee mugs. I mean they are cool I guess. They hold liquids. But why my mom likes to practically collect them, I don't know. But hey, whatever makes her happy.

"I would tell you what I'm painting, but now you're competition." Mom says childishly.

I give her a false giggle, "Ok mom."

I stare down at the white coffee mug as I try to figure out what I want to paint. I mean is there really anything good to paint on a mug I'll never use anyway?

"And don't look at mine. I don't want you to get any idea." Mom pouts.

I pick up the paintbrush and stare at the endless colors of paint in front of me. None at all helping me decide what I actually want to paint.

I mean I guess I could paint my favorite animals or something. But that's so lame. I want to do something cool enough I'll actually use this cup afterwards.

Is it cliché to paint my moms song lyrics on a mug? Actually yes, yes it is.

"You're not painting." Mom points out.

"I'm thinking." I say.

I unlock my phone and quickly scroll through my music before finally choosing a song and searching up the lyrics to make sure I get them write with the correct spelling.

I grab the black paint, grey paint, yellow, white paint, and the paper plate. I put all the colors on the plate before looking back at my phone and highlighting the line I want.

Well it's not really the line I want, but it's from a song I listen most to. The line is really like is 'Tears don't mean you're loosing everybody bruising' or 'Loosing my mind I'm a tiny error, why and I doing this to myself' but both of those would be major red flags for my mom.

I drop the brush and grab a pencil instead and write 'Don't loose who you are in the blur of the stars' before picking up the paintbrush and painting everything but the words blur, you, and stars in black. I then mix black, grey, and blue, to get a more lens bluish gray and paint blur in that and carefully smear the word blur just enough to still see the word.

I grab a new brush next and dip it into the yellow and paint the word stars in yellow. I then grab another brush and paint the word word you in a lavender color.

I grab an old brush and dip it into the grey before painting little stars around the lyrics. I then paint one lavender colored one to represent me. I repeat the same thing on the other side before pushing it forward completely done.

I lock my phone and then my head to my mom and see her still working diligently on her mug, "Is that a pickle?" I ask.

"Yes! You could tell! Yay! It's good!" She says.

I give another fake laugh, "Yes it's one of your better ones."

Pickles. Another thing my moms obsessed with. It may just be her favorite food.