As promised,a one shot...many months later...:$
Anyways, I got an idea for this when me and my sis were cleaning out or extra bedroom, I am huge on art and have a lot of paint (everywhere) so we had to organize that,but it gave me an idea for this chapter.
Willow pov
I sit at the table eating my breakfast when dad runs in with a huge smile."Willow come with me!"he says excitedly. Then starts running up the stairs as fast as his prosthetic can carry him. He brings me to one of the many rooms upstairs. When he opens up the door,it's a cluttered room with many easels and paint and covered and uncovered paintings. Most things are dusty but there are a lot of useful art things.
"So I decided that instead of you using my art room all the time you should have your own,I mean we have so much extra rooms and you are very talented. The only thing is we need to clean this room,it's the biggest room not being used and its close to your room. But yeah..it needs to be cleaned"
I squeal "oh thank you daddy!"and wrap my arms tightly around his neck. "I love you daddy!" He hugs me back and says"I love you too willow"
"Okay let's get started"I say running into the room. I start to uncover some paintings and notice something about them,they are from the hunger games. The first one I see is mom when they were in the cave,then her shoot an arrow.
"Dad..."I say slowly. He looks up and notices what I have,takes a few breaths and says"oh yeah,I painted those after the games. I didn't want to forget"
"Wait...wouldn't you want to forget the hunger games? They were terrible!"
"I didn't want to forget,because I wanted to remember being with your mom. It was before she actually loved me and I was afraid if I didn't remember she would be gone before I knew it."
I nod and think about the pictures.I start to bring them out of the room but dad grabs my arm."Wait! Don't let your mom see those. She never wants to remember."I nod and bring them into the room next to me. Then when I return we start to collect the paint brushes.
Then pull out all the furniture. It's very heavy but we manage to do it. Then I look around at the room and just imagine my own art room!
"Okay,I know how I want it"I say happily. I run out and come back with a bunch of cleaning supplies. I start to dust and clean everything then look at the pale yellow walls. I have a vision of this room,lights strung around the room with pictures hanging. My easel in the corner by the mahogany desk. My paints on shelves.
"Dad! Okay so need some help"
"Of course,what do you need?"He asks
"I have an idea. I want to build shelves on that wall and have all my paints on it. But I need you to help me build them"
"Of course. We can start them today, I believe I have wood in the garage."
I follow him to the garage where we start to make the shelves...
A week later
I stand there in the room,admiring the shelves with all my paint on them. Next to them is a basket on the wall with my paint brushes. Then the desk with paper and a mirror. Across from that is my easel and all my canvases. My dad even put in a small couch and a coffee table,grandma effie suggested that it be mahogany.
We hung a few pictures of my family and then a few paintings that me and my dad have painted with a string of tiny lights across the top of the wall. I stand looking around at the little antiques that are placed and all my sketches
Dad and uncle Gale walk into the room and admire everything. Uncle Gale walks up and clamps a hand on my shoulder."You really have a talent willow."
"Thanks uncle Gale"I say. Dad hugs me and says"I can't wait to see what you do with it"
"Thanks daddy"I say
Grandma effie runs in saying"ah what a marvellous room! Oh and I see you took my advice on the mahogany! Darling,did you paint that?"She asks
"Yeah,I painted those and then daddy painted those"
"Well, you definitely have his talent!"
Then grandpa haymitch says"she really does have a talent,if only she had a fashion talent,then maybe she could help whatever it is you have going on"
"I'll have know haymitch,that everyone is wearing this in the capitol!"she says. He laughs and says"I thought you gave up on all that?"
"I did,but I just couldn't stay away!"
We all laugh as he says"yeah,and you said I needed to give up alcohol" she storms away because of that.
"Haymitch you might wanna-"dad starts
"Yeah,Yeah,I know apologize!"he says walking out. Then we hear"Gale get your ass down here and help me with this kid!"
Aunt Johanna and uncle Gale just had a 'oopsie' baby and now he must tend to everything. He instantly runs out. My walks in laughing and says"wow! Glad I'm never having anymore kids. So let me see! Huh! It looks amazing baby! I'm so proud of you!"she says kissing my forehead.
"Peeta,I brought home a huge deer and need some help so would you help me?"She asks. "Of course katniss"he says and they walk out. That leaves me to think and create.
But the thing that comes to mind isn't my normal thought for art. It's not the woods,or the future,or even how mad rye made me...It's how my family stands. But that gives me inspiration. My strong willed mother,my creative loving dad,my annoying but fun brother, my firery aunt Johanna and my cool uncle Gale. Then there's my erratic grandma effie and my hilarious grandpa haymitch. My aunt prim and grandpa who I know are watching over and my frail but smart grandma. My family is special,and though we are not necessarily a normal family,it works. So that's what I paint,the way things are.
Later my mom walks in and nearly cries. Then my dad walks in and says"willow,you'll learn this now,there will be points in your life where true genius comes out. Your art will express you and that's the greatest peak in your art. But the thing is-"he says
"You'll never truely be happy...cause when it does it ends. Then what's the point?"I say. He smiles and says"and that's the thing only you can accept. I'm proud of you"I kiss his cheek and they both walk out smiling.
I stare at my art with and think of what he said. And he's right. I hang it up with all my other pictures. Then flip the light switch off and walk out of my own 'studio'.
A/N I loved writing this chapter because it really speaks toe. Art is my life and I feel that if I were anybody in this story I'd probably be willow just cuz she would probably have art like peeta and athletics like katniss. Okay everyone enough about me! I got better things to say now. I hope I'm not the only one who read effies parts in her accent and imagining her flailing her arms and stomping away in ridiculous shoes!
Kk love you all and hope to write more one shots
