~Step 1: The Start~
I moved to Japan during kindergarten. Now I'm in my second year at Rikkaidai Middle School. Onward to the day and onto my life.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz, my alarm clock called out through the dead silence of my house. I looked over to the clock, five-thirty in the morning, I rolled my eyes and resumed placing my hair up in a pony tail. It took the damn clock long enough to get to five-thirty. At five twenty-eight I walked into my room while drying my hair, and after forever the alarm clock yelled at me to get up. Sighing, I walked over and turned it off. I took the two notebooks, the large sketchbook, and all my cases of art supplies off my desk and slipped them into my bag that was slung over my shoulder.
I rushed down the stairs and turned right into the kitchen, slowing my pace I unplugged my camera batteries and placed my dishes in the sink. I slipped my camera and accessories into their pouch on my bag, shut off the lights and headed out the door. I jumped over the gate and breathed in the early morning air. I walked slowly down the street, judging everything I saw and looking for a good subject. I passed a small café and decided I would sketch it, later when it was a little more alive. Right after that I thought I'll wander around the park, there should be something there to sketch. I drew the small pond, while the sun rose, in the light darkness right before sunrise. It was a rough sketch and I wanted to color it in but I lacked the time. If I stayed I would be late and being late means my quiet world would be interrupted. If I left now, I would be early to school and that risks ruining my quiet world as well. I sighed and packed my things up. An hour early is always better than a second late; I had drilled this into my head so many times.
To my surprise there was activity at the school. Following it I found the tennis courts with activity. I slipped out my camera and took a few photos. As the crowd gathering inside the school enlarged, I slowly headed to my classroom. I put a check next to my name on the attendance list; my name was the only one on the third page. I took my seat in the back of class and placed my belongings on the desk beside me. The teacher had let us pick our seats on the first day, so believe it or not the back was the quietest place and that's how I am where I am in this class. The bell rang as the teacher walked in the room and students rushed to their seats. He took roll while I drew a group of girls talking; my name wasn't called as usual. The class was a long boring drag on history. It's not that I don't like school, it just gets boring. The day slowly dragged on through history, English, and math then lunch break. I was the fourth one on line, due to my ability to easily maneuver through the crows. I opened the door on the roof and quickly devoured my food.
Once done, I lied down pulling out my large sketch pad and worked on drawing the sky. After I got the rough background done I began focusing on the interest point. It was just a person, sitting on a cloud. They were wearing a long sleeve shirt with a short sleeve jacket on top, cargo pants, and some sneakers. One knee was bent and the other was dangling down. A pencil was tucked behind the person's right ear and there was a notebook in the lap. The pants were black and the shirt was a dark gray; the jacket was beige with brown edging on the sleeves and bottom. The jacket flowed down to about the knee. I began using pastels to fill and partially texture the sky. I ripped a small bit of paper towel and began blending the blues and whites to form the sky. It shocked me to find out that this picture took only twenty minutes to drawn. I packed everything up and wandered campus. I took a few more pictures of the tennis team, more references, and drew the attention of the one of the members. I lied my ass off and managed to save myself, never again am I taking pictures of them. I slipped silently through the halls and into my classroom. The rest of the day passed by uneventful, for the most part.
I passed up the chance to draw the café in a more lively state and stopped to do a rough sketch of the tennis team during their practice. I got several active poses in sketches; I might add some color to a few of them. The one of the entire team I'll most definitely color and submit it to the tennis magazine, knowing they'll love the number one team. I popped my phone out of my pocket, it was getting late not that anyone would care. I took time packing up my belongings, watching the antics of the tennis team. I took my time heading home as well, wandering the streets. I passed the front gate of my house and walked around the corner, entering through the back door of my studio. The studio is separated from the main house giving me perfect silence while working. I immediately set to work on the team picture. After about an hour and half of work it was complete, I grabbed a drink out of the mini fridge on my way out to submit the work.
This time I returned home through the front gate. The main house was dead silent, like usual. Dad was off on some business trip halfway across the world. Mom was probably still in the office and would be there well into the night. I let out a long sigh as I headed up to my room. I finished the little homework that I had, ate a small dinner, and passed out. Oh yeah, my name is Zū, Karuno.
