Charlie's passion is art. He's not your average teenage boy, he's not interested in girls or learning basic math at school. He prefers to spray paint walls at the dead of night and skateboard around town like he has nine lives. But will all that cha...
I never liked girls growing up. I'd sit at the back of a classroom daydreaming of becoming an artist. My only love was art and I never thought I'd fall in love again, until I met her. I'd get in trouble a lot growing up, drawing in crayon on the nursery walls as a toddler, drawing on desks in primary school, as of right now I spray paint walls late at night when my head gets filled with demons. But it helped me mentally and I love it. The creativity and imagination side and the fact you can make a piece of paper look so effortlessly beautiful using a stick of charcoal. It's magical. But then I met her. No longer is art my only love, my top priority, nor is it at the top of my thoughts. Your probably wondering who she is and why I'm so fond of her, well let's start from the beginning.
Two years ago, Tuesday 25th February 2018:
CLARE: Charlie come downstairs we're making pancakes. CHARLIE: I'm not hungry. CLARE: you can't stay cooped up in your room drawing pretty girls you need to eat and go out and socialise, especially eat, no one likes a scrawny boy. CHARLIE: Mum I swear I already ate this morning and I don't draw girls I draw nature and my thoughts you know actual art. CLARE: one day you will meet a girl who you think is an actual piece of art. CHARLIE: I'm not looking for a girl and I don't want one. I'm happy cooped up in my room drawing and being a scrawny boy who doesn't eat when his mother asks him too. CLARE: Charlie! CHARLIE: what? I didn't do anything wrong. CLARE: I know it's just your a fifteen year old boy and I'm worried about you. CHARLIE: if this is about me getting in trouble by the police for spray painting then I already apologised about the neighbours fence an... CLARE: I don't care about that. I care about your health. Now please go to the shop for some eggs I forgot to get some. And when you get back your eating the pancakes I'm going to make and your going to school. I'm sick of getting calls from your teachers saying you've skipped and have vandalised school property with that stupid black marker. CHARLIE: fine! But the school toilets have never looked better since I got that black marker, just saying. CLARE: for gods sake boy. CHARLIE: later mum.
Once I'd bought the eggs, ate and got to school I could finally relax. I get a lot of art inspiration from songs I listen too and how they make me feel. I never actually plan what I'm going to draw. I have an idea but as soon as my pen hits paper or my hands holding onto the cold metal bottle of spray paint I let my imagination run free let the lyrics of a song guide me and create something amazing. Sometimes my art ends up being rubbish, but sometimes I surprise myself. So there I was walking the crowded halls of my awful secondary school. Other kids taller than me pushing past. I walked hands in my trousers and headphones in feeling the rhythm and getting ready to draw. I had science next lesson so I'd planned to doodle in the back of my exercise book, better then skipping the lesson. My mum would be proud. I walked lost in my own mind not focused on the world around me, and not where I was going... CHARLIE: woah, sorry. ELLIE: you should watch where your going next time! You hurt my shoulder! CHARLIE: yeh I will and again I'm so sorry. ELLIE: whatever and just to let you know the headmaster is round the corner and you have headphones in. CHARLIE: erm yeh and... ELLIE: headphones got banned because that means your still using an electrical device... CHARLIE: yeh your point? ELLIE: electronic devises got banned last week because people were using them during class. CHARLIE: oh thanks for telling me, hm, I was suspended last week so I didn't know. ELLIE: wow what an achievement your going to get far in life, don't look so pleased with yourself no ones going to employ someone who gets kicked out of school. CHARLIE: well that's a bit rude, what if I'm self employed? ELLIE: then that's good for you, anyway I need to be anywhere other then talking to you so good luck with not having a bright future and good riddance. CHARLIE: later.
I watched as the girl disappeared behind me. She was shorter then me, and very attractive. Her eyes were the brightest sky blue I've seen in my whole life. Her skin a pale ivory colour, and the cutest brown freckles on her cheeks and button nose. Then finally to finish of the angel she is her golden blonde hair had been straightened and it hung down her back and little over her shoulder. She was gorgeous, but her attitude stinks. Maybe she was having a rough day I told myself. I sat in first period thinking of something to doodle, after I bumped into the girl earlier I'd lost all concentration of what to draw. I held my pencil and stared and the blank lined filled page. I could hear the teacher mumbling on about some equations, I couldn't concentrate one bit. So I did what I do best, I put pen to paper and let my mind do the rest. I told myself my mind was blank, but really I knew something was there. The bell went for the lesson to be over, I stared at the page and smiled, I loved it, i ripped the page out and put it into my rucksack, slipped my headphones back in and strolled out of class.
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