I gracefully twisted my wrist gently, making a single detail come together towards the rest of the painting. I enjoyed the silence as I continued to paint the majestic scenery. I peeked up over my glasses to see how the colors would go together, breathing in the fresh air from the outside. The sun was just coming up from behind the giant tree besides an old bench which was accompanied by a lovely aging couple in the afternoon. I yawned, covering my mouth with the back of my painted hand. I woke up extra early just to capture this beautiful image. Today was just beginning as a Monday and this should be dry right as I get Lloyd to drive me to school. I'm just freshly newed in this high school life, so yes I'm a freshman. It's just almost the end of the year, use to all the freshmen jokes. I think I actually gained respected for just being me, either that or being related to Lloyd; which is fucking stupid in my opinion.
"Shit," I muttered as my hand went under my glasses and rubbed at the sleepiness. "I should've slept earlier." I grounded my teeth to stop another exhale. I blinked and continued to finish the last touches. I quickly as possible packed my art supplies and rush towards the house to get school nap time in there before school. I climbed up to my balcony and opened the twos doors quietly, closing it after me. I dropped my bag, set the painting on my desk, took off my DC shoes, and dropped down in my bed. I grabbed my soft, thick covers and pulled them over me, instantly falling into bliss, sweet bliss.
"Rosy, babe! Wake up now, time for school," a sweet voice spoke out to me through my comfortable, dreamless sleep. "Roseanne Blair Clark! Get your ass out of bed now." I take that back, it wasn't such a sweet voice after all. My digital clock decided to be a bitch and turn on. Brokenhearted by Karmin blasted out loud, but soon ended as the voice turned off the alarm.
"Lloyd Blake Clark, should you be so loud?" I retorted, planting that soft, fluffy pillow over my head trying to convince the sound to escape the room and dance over the rainbow. Strong arms that only belong to the other person in the room lifted my skinny ass over the sheets and slung me over his shoulder. I kept my eyes closed as I bobbed up and down with the movement of Lloyd's footsteps down the stairs.
"Breakfast now and it looks like you've been outside again, so no need to change. You took a shower last night," Lloyd listed, setting me on my place at the table. "When you're done, go upstairs and do all you're girly stuff."
"Yes, mother," I replied with a small smile, opening my eyes to look at the items on the table. Food.
FINALLY! Art class equals last period. I did a mental victory dance in my head and had a little skip to my walk. Today was, UGH! Yes, ugh. I'm talking to myself again, aren't I? Well that's better than not speaking at all. I ran to class right after I out my shit away and grabbed my painting, pad, and pencil. On my way, I tripped on something - more like someone. My chest hit the cold floor, taking the air out of me. I'm so glad that my face isn't injured. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, grabbing my glasses. I got up and knelt down still facing the same direction. I finally calm myself down and turned around to see a boy sitting down against the lockers, holding a book in his hands. You've got to be kidding me right? I tripped over him?!
"Watch where you're running, little girl," He muttered just about as loud that only I could hear him. I gawked at him, my mouth forming into a small circle. I closed my mouth and narrowed my eyes. I crawled up to him and riped the book out of his hands. I stared at his face while he went to grab the book from behind me - growing very close to my face for my liking. Damn boy! I'd tap that! "That was rude for you to do, little girl."
I snapped myself out of it and said, "No! What was rude was that you didn't say sorry!"
"Say sorry for what? Tripping you? Fine sorry," he said, struggling to get the book as I pushed it farther away from us. "By the way, what's your name, little girl?"
"Jeremy Truth, now god damn it, give me that book!"
He's so close to me right now... So close that we were basically counted as kissing - sharing the same air. His minty breath brushed against my cheeks making them grow warm. I barely know this dude and he's already killing me!