Author note:

first story on here, since I lost the pass for my old account. lol either way I haven't used ff in a few years...

please review and tell me if you want me to continue. hope you like it?!

(the story is based off the ending 'the forgotten portrait)

The ice cold wind brushed at my face, bringing my nose to turn red. It was late autumn, and the snow had recently started to fall. I was currently making my way to my school.

When I entered the doors, the heat brought instant content. I had just realised how cold I had been.

My life was ordinary. My average day would have been getting up and 6:30 to get ready.. I would head to school, and it would take five minutes...

I had two friends, Allie and Hannah... Allie was a spunky sort, who liked to read and write, and wants to write a book when she is older. Her eyes, I have never seen. She always has her thick, spirally glasses on that seem to block everything else. Her hair is a deep red, and she tends to set her own trends.. since she wears old-styled clothing that seems it will never come back in style.

Then there's Hannah... She's optimistic, and tries hard as she can to get work done, and everything else... she treats sports like it's the olypics, but otherwise has a shy and comfortable-kind personality.. that shows so easily off in her big blue eyes.. the rest of of her face is kind as well, with her freckles and shiny black hair that seems to belong to a doll.

I would sit with these friends... we'd play together and hang out together... we'd be partnered together for every time we could in class, and we liked to talk to each other..

After the day with them, and learning in class... I would go home. I would talk to my mother how my day way, and I'd get ready for dinner, and hang out in my room...

I would most likely paint. Painting was something I had picked up all of a sudden after going to an art museum when I was younger. I wasn't very good, but something clicked together like a puzzle in me that day. (milk puzzle anyone?) I had been so inspired, and since then all the free time I had when I was alone would go toward painting, and drawing, and sketching, and imagining- beautiful, strange things my mind could come up with. My parents had even noticed that day that something changed in my life. That I was different, and such.

I never really talked too much before that day either- another mystery. Nobody needed me to talk to them, since I never knew how to approach somebody. But when I left I felt like I had talked a fair share, a feeling that I didn't feel in a long time.

After my few hours of painting, I had ate dinner, then went to bed. My life felt too simple. Maybe that was why I painted?

To add insanity and wonder into my life?

No.. It was much, much more...

"Ib!" Hannah called, her hair held by ponytails today, atop her head. Her eyes shimmered gleefully as she raced to my side.

"Yes?" I asked, snapped out of thought.

"We're going on a feild trip in art class! tomarrow, too! It was a spur of the moment thing, but the art museum apparently gave our teacher a discount on the tickets if we could come! They must really want us to see the exhibit's, huh?" we sat down at our desks in class, waiting for class to start. The bell rung as art class had started- students filing in, along with our teacher.

"That's really cool Hannah, I can't wait." I smiled at her, my voice calm- but inside I was very excited. My favorite art museum and/or the only one I've been to. If i've been to another, I wouldn't have remembered.

"alright class," Our teacher clapped, trying to seize our attention. His old smile shone with excitement too, his grey eyes smiling today, and his grey hair pulled back into a ponytail, and his mustache cut short.

"tomarrow will be a great art class! it is very late notice, but we will be going to go to the Guertena art gallery, so please bring your camera's and/or sketchbooks- so we can get inspiration from one of the most amazing artists yet!"

You could just tell Mr. Withers really was a fan. His eyes shone brighter by the second. He was more excited than half his students, for sure.

"So please, bring five dollars for tomarrow, and please tell your parents to contact me if they have any problems! I will also apologize to every one of them that isn't a fan of the late notice~ again, i'm sorry, and have a good day!" He smiled at each one of us as we walked out, and waved goodbye to us.

I ran home. I couldn't wait to tell my mother and father!

"Geurtena's?" Mom said, taking a bite of her dinner shortly afterword- then wiping her face with a napkin. "The same one we took you to seven years ago?"

"Boy, time flies." Dad ackknowledged, joining in the conversation.

"Yeah.. I'm really excited. I hope that I can see 'abyss of the deep again!' I smiled.

Mom joined in. "Emobodiment of the spirit was really nice too, right?"

"I don't know, but 'the lady in red' was my favorite-" Dad was jabbed by mom in the ribs.

We all laughed while dad groaned in pain.

"Oh! remember 'the coughing man' ?"

"Yeah! that one was the most pointless work he made, it had no meaning!" Dad groaned.

"Hey! how about 'the hanged man?' That one was my least favorite!" mother giggled nervously.

I took a bite of my dinner. "Oh! How about those mannequins? they were okay!" mom nodded with me. "And what about the painting of insects? they were all lined up like a series so simple, but i liked it!" i took another bite of my dinner. " Lady without her umbrella was a nice peice too, right? and the blessed bride and the blessed groom were also-" i noticed my parents were staring at me strangely.

"honey, we never saw those peices? did you go into any roomss you weren't supped to then?" i shook my head. "no."

"hm." dad mumbled. " maybe we just missed them.."

I painted for as long as possible, letting my canvas mold the watercolors by it's will.. of course, until my mom told me to go to bed for the night.

I couldn't wait to see the painting and sculptures again, what inspiration!

I also...

couldn't wait..

to..

see..

'the..

forgotten..

portrait..'

My mind went blank with content as thoghts rambled in my head.

huh?

which one was the forgotten portrait again?