I'm an artist. Not one of those crazy 'the world's my canvas' type, but really more of an aspiring one. I've loved drawing, painting, anything, ever since I can remember. I guess because of that, I'm not a very social person. I mean, I'd rather spend a night drawing than to go to a party. I'll go to them once in a while, but on special occasions. People who know me realize I'm not much of a party girl, so they just let me be. Me and my sketchbook.
"Bianca, get a move on it!" That would be my dear little sister, Amy. Actually, I can't say little truthfully. After all, she's only a few minutes younger. However, even though we are twins, we couldn't be more different. She is more of a party girl than I am. Not that she parties a lot, but she's just more… sociable.
I stand up, looking longingly at my tablet and the drawing on the screen. This is one of those special occasions. We are going to our end of year party. No more classes till next year. Vacations. Finally.
Going into the room I share with Amy, I see she has already laid out a black strapless dress on the bed for me. Actually, it's the only dress I have that wouldn't be considered from the 12th century. In any case, I don't see why the party even had to be formal. I guess some of the girls just haven't been invited to enough weddings this year, hence not having an excuse to show off their… I can't say dresses, considering how much they cover, but you get the idea.
Back to my clothes, I head for my closet and dig through the drawer, hoping to find one of those useless strapless bras. Okay, maybe not useless, but I really don't exactly like them. I'd much rather be wearing one with decent straps, covered by a decent shirt. Amy, on the other hand, basks in the glory of those things.
I unceremoniously pull off my shirt and jeans and step into the dress.
"Amy!" I shout unnecessarily, as it turns out she's standing behind me.
She rolls her eyes at me and answers "What?"
"What do I wear on top of this so as not to freeze?"
"Umm… a shawl?" I roll my eyes in turn.
"A little more specific, if you will?"
"Oh, I don't know. Go look in Mom's closet." Well, that was helpful. Not that I really expected much help. After all, she, unlike me, has a decent internal thermostat and doesn't freeze on summer nights.
Surprisingly, in thirty minutes Amy and I are ready. We just need the keys to our car, and believe me, that's not as easy as it sounds when Amy was the last to drive. She has to dump out her entire purse and rummage around, only to remember later that, for some reason, she left them in the bathroom. She isn't exactly messy, but her head is in the clouds at random moments of the day. I suppose that has something to do with the fact that she's an aspiring writer, and some plot or other pops into her head.
It's actually kind of cool that I like drawing and she likes writing. We want to do a children's book together. I don't think it'll happen any time soon though, as we are both rather busy studying. I'm actually studying art, but Amy is into some sort of math and engineering thing I can never remember the name of. Not that I try very hard. She'll always be a writing mathematician wannabe to me.
"Aha!" I hear Amy declare. I turn to look at her and see she has the keys dangling from her hand.
"Where did you leave them this time?"
"My shoe…?"
"Whatever. I though artist where the ones with their heads in the clouds!" I tell her, laughing. She joins in. I always say that to her when she loses something. That is to say, quite often.
I reach forward and grab the keys. I really don't know why we don't have a second set. Then, I pick up my purse and shout goodbye to anyone who will listen. One last peek into the mirror, a tug or two from Amy, and we are off.