A/N:
Okay. Starting with this Chapter the story will begin to pick up and we'll soon be seeing more mythical things. Well thanks to everyone who has been reviewing and reading. So I hope ya'll like this chapter. Oh and yes I know I didn't wait for reviews on the last chapter before I updated, by putting this chapter up. It's mostly because I messed up and accidentally posted a chapter more than once so I fixed it and am giving ya'll this second update to make up for any confusions..
~Chapter 6: Stolen Drawings~
Seth knocks on my door right as I close my sketchpad, and i know it's Seth because he's actuallu knocking on my door. Nobody in my familey knocks on someone's bedroom door, we usually just barge right into one another's room without permission. Which is sort of why i jumped in surprise slightly when I hear the knock.
"Come in." I say and pretend I didn't hear him come into the house. "Why are you here?"
He smiles and looks around my room in confusion. "Nothing matches everything is totally different." he comments.
"Everything does too match." I argue.
He sits down in my blue bean bag while he answers. "How so? And sorry if I angered you by saying so."
"Everything matches me." I explain. "The jungle rugs match my dangerous side, the beanbags match my lazy side, my lamp matches my younger side, and my drawings match my ever changing imagination that is most of my personality."
"Drawings?" Seth said.
Oh no! Why did I just talk about my drawings? Now he's probably going to ask more questions, on why he can't see them. Because to me it looks like he thinks my life is very interesting to him, so he'll probably like to see my drawings. Too bad for him, I let nobody see my artwork, also known as drawings.
"Yes, and you aren't allowed to see them." I answered.
"Why?" he asked, eyes curious.
I shake my head at him and sit down on the floor across from him. "Tell me why you are here, then maby I'll tell you why you can't see my drawings."
"Okay you won." Seth laughed. "Well I was wondering if you wanted to hangout, everyone else's friends want to meet you."
"Okay." I say and rise to my feet.
He ends up taking me over to Sam's house which isn't too far away, though I'm panting in exaustion as we arrive at the front porch since we ended up walking there. Seth opens the door and he leads me inside, past the living room, and into a kitchen full of the rest of his friends. only now there was a few girls. Everyone was older than me by the looks of it, so I feel shy at first.
I only half pay attention when he introduces everyone by their names, so whenever he finishes I've completely zoned out. The thing that snaps me out of my daydream is whenever Seth waves his hand in my face when I look blankly at the backdoor. I shake my head, which seems to make the headache slightly worse but I ignore it and look at Seth.
"What?" I ask.
"I said, Emily made cookies, do you want one?" Seth replied.
I turn my head to see a woman, she's beautiful by the looks of it but with three ugly scars on the side of her face. She's holdinga huge plate of cookies. "Would you like a cookie sweetie?" she asks with a smile.
"No thank you." I tell her politely, having no trouble with ignoring her scars.
"Hey, Rain. Why were you stareing off into space?" Seth asks.
I turn around and shrug. "I usually zone out after a while and my imagination takes over and I begin to daydream."
"While you were zoned out, Seth told us you draw." Emiley replied.
"I do, but I don't want people seeing my drawings." I explained.
Then the next thing I hear, though it is asked very politely, it still annoyed me when someone said. "Why?"
I shrug looking down. "The last time someone saw a drawing of mine, they called me a freak and walked away." I said. "So I decided that normal people aren't ready to see what my imagination has to say or show."
"We won't call you a freak." the one called Jacob speaks up.
. . .
It pretty much happens like that for about a week, I have a minor headache, Seth comes over sometimes with the rest of his friends, and I hang out with them. We usually talk and laugh and enjoy ourselves, including me, until someone brings up the subject of my drawings. I usual fall silent and tell them the same excuse like on the first day, but they stop buying it after day three. It appears they really wanna see my drawings, especially Seth who doesn't seem to ever stop stareing at me.
So today I sneak out at eight in the morning, with my sketchpad and a pencil and eraser and go into the woods. Today all I wanna do is draw, since drawing takes away my headaches. I walk until I am no longer in sight of the house or in sight of the trail then I sit down on my legs on the wet ground and begin drawing. The first hour of drawing goes by silent and with no distractions except for the accasional animal making a noise. The next hour goes by with me being tense as I wait for Seth to be on his way to my house to get me. Everyday he usually gets me at nine so I stay silent.
"Where is she?" I hear Seth's voice ask, he sounds worried for some reason.
"Don't worry Seth she's probably off somewhere drawing, since she says she draws all the time whenever you don't kidnap her and make her hangout." Embry's voice replies in a teasing way.
"I don't make her, she comes on her own." Seth argues.
I groan in annoyance, I hate it when people talk about me even if it's just a friendly conversation of disappointed friends. Then I realize my mistake of groaning, because the next thing i know I drop my sketchpad and am gathered in a friendly bear hug by Seth. Great, I thought, they found me.
"Hey she was drawing." Embry says from behind me.
No! I wriggle out of Seth's hug and twirl around to see Embry holding my sketchpad, it's closed but I know it won't be for long. "Give it back." I ordered.
"Sorry, but no. This may be the only chance anyone gets to see your drawings." Embry replies, holding it above his head.
I realize I can't reach it and scowl at him. Embry smiles then begins walking in the direction of Sam's house, moving semi-fast and graceful. Seth and I follow, with me looking at the ground with a frown on my face. Why did I expect to be alone for a day? Just to draw. There's nothing wrong with drawing, so why can't I have one day to draw? My thoughts are full of complaints and easily hurt feelings as we walk to Sam's. What if they call me a freak when they see my drawings? I don't want to be called a freak again. I'm already called a brat by my brother, which already hurts my feelings. So what would a freak be any different?
"what's wrong?" Seth asks.
I look up and shake my head. "Nothing, I just don't want a single soul to see my drawings." I asnwered glumly.
"I know, and I'll get your journal back. But why do you not want a single soul to see them?" Seth asked gently.
"Nobody is ready to see my imagination." I replied.
Seth ends up being confused at my answer but says nothing he instead growls at Embry who is happily walking along keeping my sketchpad away from me. "Give it back to her." Seth orders.
"Why? I bet she's a great artist, look at her thin hands, to me they look like they'd make great drawings." Embry laughs.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you take her journal without permission." Seth growls.
I zone out and return to my imagination land while they argued back and forth about my drawings. Why did I have to mention drawing that first day? I grumbled to myself. Why did I let those soft sweet eyes make me tell him about me? I hate how just the slightest sweet look at me, makes me want to talk and answer any question Seth asks.
Good thing, he's too busy trying to get my sketchpad back from Embry or he'd be repeating the same question or asking more. Why does Seth want to get to know me? I'm nothing special really, just some random person who moved here. Who also has a headache that hurts very much.
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