Dancing With The Dead
My sholder was killing me from the recent band practice, Jace thought I wasnt playing with enough heart and told me I needed to drum harder....alot of help he was. My name is Crysta-bell Hearthwood, im 15 and in a band that is going nowere. I live in Snoresville (Lindsy) California, and have found that in a single day my life could change from shitty to my dream in the blink of an eye.
It started off on a rainy day...or more of a chaotic storm, it was the 2nd month of school starting back and everyone wanted to know were this massive rain came from in the dead of summer. I was running to my 2nd block art class with my hood drawn, and bag protected....me having horrible balance fell through to door to the classroom.
*Note* - "Crys" is the first few letters of Crysta-bell, its pronounced Kris but spelt diffrent :)
"Crys' you really need to watch where your going." Sara said helping me up.
"You know im a complete clutz." I sighed gathering my things heading to my easel. i had remembered the day before i was working on a mural of a fairy being bitten by a vampire...totally sexy and gory ;)
"I know, and dont you think you should kinda get out of the vampire/ fantasy phase? You act totally obsessed with them." She sait pointing to my painting.
"No im not!" I lied. As a matter of fact i was...I had always dreamed of being part of a world that was kept secret. Where vampires and werewolves co-existed, and people could prank others with the i knew none of that was real....or was it?
Thats when HE walked in, a boy a little taller than me, bleach blonde hair, very pale, ice blue eyes and the looks of a goth kid....my jaw hit the floor.
"Umm is this the art room?" He asked. I noticed that he didnt have any rain on him.
"Yes you must be Benjamin?" Mrs. Hails answered
"Yes Ma'am."
"Hmmmm lets see Crysta-bell would you partner with him and get his pallet ready beside yours?"
My heart skipped a beat, was this a dream? I jolted up trying to act all cool and skipped to the supply closet. I had everything set up in 2 seconds flat.
"Nice picture." Hes said motioning to my painting as he sat down.
I smiled. "Thank you." I said shyly clearing my easel hiding the painting.
"So do you really like it in here?"
"I love it, its the only place i can come to concentrate and express myself without being judged." I sighed as i started on the outlive of fairy wings once more.
"Thats good. Atleast you have a place like that."
I heard a whistle behind me from Sara, and a giggle. I ignored it trying to get the light feeling for my feathers but it wasnt working. Why were beautiful vamparic angels always so hard to perfect in art? I would glance over every now and again to check him out more.
A liking for art....which was good, ice blue eyes...breath taking, his pale skin and he seemed really nice. I also noticed he dressed similar to me, which was great. I looked over to see he was painting a black dragon but quickly glanced back at my own art. I sighed but felt a strong but cool pair of hands overlap my own begining to guide face burned a deep red.
"Try doing like this when you do your wings." I felt his full body precence behind me finally. He gracefully guided me to make small but light flicking motions, which made no sense but the wing was beautiful when he was done. "Make the outline light then use that trick to cover it."
"Uh-oh Crys' has a booooyfriend." Sara yelled.
My face went pale, but ben just laughed and took him seat back beside me. "Dont want them thinking anything now do we?" he whispered to me
Then the bell rang.
"Hope to see you again sometime today." He said happily gathering his things and leaving.
It was lunch now and this was were i always stayed....change of plans, i was to eat lunch more often. My face finally cooled as i put away all my art stuff and i left without a word.
