Title: Proud
Author: Shara, aka me.
Rating: K+
Summery: It wasn't anything pretty. It was worn, chipped and the color had started to fade. It was just a simple guitar pick.
Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): Brief mention of character death?
First: Drabble
Comments: I asked my one friend to give me 10 words so I could do some 100-word drabbles. This is the one for "guitar pick". It's not 100 words, but I tried. And I know the title sucks, but I couldn't think of anything!
It wasn't anything pretty. It was worn, chipped and the color had started to fade. It was just a simple guitar pick.
Yet, it was the last thing Ryan had of her. The memories turned black and white, the pictures faded, but that guitar pick still kept on playing.
Years ago, when she had first given it to him, he hated it. Why couldn't his sister give him something better then a lousy guitar pick? He couldn't even play guitar! But on the day she died, he pulled out that brand new guitar pick, and played a song just for her. It was choppy, odd and all over the place, a lot like their relationship had been.
But now, as he sat in the old coffee shop, he could swear he saw Sharpay sitting in the front row and smiling at him. She gave him a thumbs up and just like that she was gone. As Ryan started up his next song he realized that he did something he never thought he could do. He made her proud.
A/N: Most authors would ask you to review, but I won't. As long as you read it and enjoyed it, my work here is done. I must admit, I barely review stories, so I really have no right to ask you guys to review. But I would love it if I got a simple comment or two. -smiles-