Into The Woods(GirlxGirl)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

~Destani Smith~

Stupid How could I forget the most important part of my existence as a teenager? Especially in the woods. Of course, I couldn't go back to get it.

It was pretty standard when we came home. My sister was already back from whatever she was doing with the mysterious friend.

"Where have you guys been?" She asked.

"To the park," I intervened before Edward could give anything away. I knew if I told my sister she wouldn't hesitate to tell my parents. No because it was the right thing to do but she loved getting me into a mess with our parents.

"I didn't even know that you knew where the park was," Keisha said. I rolled my eyes, since when did she want to know little details of my life?

"Well, I Googled it," I lied.

"You're so lying!" She said contradicting my statement."I know you met a boy!" I felt like slapping my forehead with the palm of my hand at the moment. If she only knew how wrong she was, because the only boy I was with was my little brother.

"No, I wasn't," I sighed. I didn't feel like talking to anyone so I rushed up the stairs before my sister could ask anymore questions. Too much lying made me feel sick.

I was still upset that I lost my Iphone. It was an expensive phone, how would I be able to tell my parents.

Yeah, we were better off than a lot of people. My parents made lots of money. My parents started working in a new law firm, which is why we moved up here.

My mother, well she is a best selling author and and is going to be working at the same law firm as my father because she's an attorney. She makes a nice amount of money, like my father.

They actually met in law school.

Losing an expensive phone, my parents will not find that entertaining. They will think that I'm slacking because I come from a rich family and I won't be working as hard.

The last thing I ever wanted to do was to have them disappointed in me. They will probably make me work off the phone. They always say that they will never baby us if we are perfectly capable of doing it ourselves.

I sighed before pulling out my pencil and sketch pad. Here's another thing, I can never tell my parents that I am taking art seriously.

I want art as my career. I don't think I'm capable of anything else. I admire it because it can capture beautiful moments. I felt as if I won't be happy if I can't do art when I'm older.

My teacher back home once told me that one of his friends was an artist and he had three jobs to take care of himself but he didn't mind because he had a paintbrush and paper.

I decided to start drawing the woods. I had never been in one before and when I wasn't scared, I realized how intrigued I was.

With each stroke of my pencil, I could see the painting becoming more and more realistic. I felt as if I should include the girl who saved me in the drawing.

I ruled against it. That would be weird, wouldn't it? I mean, I didn't even know her enough to be drawing her.

When I was completed with it, I hung it up on my wall being held up by a piece of scotch tape. I glanced at it one more time before grabbing my Apple laptop.

Two Weeks Later

My alarm clock sounded throughout my room. I groaned viciously before bringing my hand down on the snooze button before attempting to return to sleep.