Another painting done....why did I do paint? Why did I draw? They're useless skills I don't need. Why do I even strive to become better? My sister walks into the room. She smiles seeing yet another is done. She bends down to get a better view. I wanted to cry...why did she of all people had to like my work.
"I like how the flowers around the body...like little angels helping him up to heaven" she says
I wouldn't become an artist. I wanted to do something like the common Joe. Office work, medicine or something that you need to go to college. I know there are art colleges... but I could create just fine with out them. Why was I cursed? I wanted to rise up like the rest of my family. Owning a business. Telling people what to do....but people say
"You should be an artist... why do you not want to be one so badly " Rosette asks
I snap out of my thoughts....I'll just lie because what people will say "but your good at it" or "you would be bored being in that career, just be an artist"
"because...its a hobby not a job" I tell her
She sighs and leaves.
~~~~next day at school (your a freshie)
I hold my books to my chest...even my art book. I wondered why would I even bring it. Maybe if I was to e robbed...I could pay them in paintings.They could sell them too. Yeah that seems good. i felt someone lightly punch my shoulder. I look finding Jason.
"...hey...." I look back at my feet
"Is my painting done, doll~?" he asks
I shuffle through the book finding the painting he asked for...folded. I hand it to him..he hands me some bills. I look 200$!?
"Thats too much-"
"Keep the change" he said
I sigh he examen his picture and smiled.
"You should become an artist" he said like the rest
I sigh again
"no thanks...I wanna a career as my job not a hobby" I tell him
I could be honest with him he was a regular customer. We were like......friends.....
"What people can...um...file taxes for hobbies" he says
"..." Well he could be right "I want a challenge though"
"So paint something you haven't like a living person" He says
"...I drew living people before" I tell him
"That are now dead" he adds
"Are you saying I'm cursed?" I ask
"Well you stole my heart" he smirks
"See ya in Chem' he runs away
I sit a row away from Jason. I stole his heart? I thought he liked sluts...or whores. Me? No he was just playen' with ma. I walk up to him and punch him in the arm. He gives me a horrored look.
"What...? It was a knee slapper" I tell him
"It wasn't a joke...you should be an artist" he says
"Noooooooooooo, I mean about the heart. Everyone says I should be an artist, but look at Van Gogh." I say
"I wasn't joking with you about that...I thought you would say no right after so I....left" Jason explains
"YOU' I point at him "Were afraid of rejection?! You smuggle drugs for crying out loud! And your afraid of rejection" I laugh
"Well the cops can't emotional scar you" he shrugs..getting up
"WAIT" I grab his arm
"What now, take the upper hand and make fun of me" he growls
"I wouldn't mind dating you..." I say
"Let's make a deal" He says
FUCK how did he get the upper hand?
"We'll date if you try to pursude your talent, and becoming an artist" he smiles
"Thats a lot of effort to be your girlfriend" I tell him
"Take it or leave it"
"I-I'll take it"