The Tears I've Cried
Chapter 3: Lethargically
I drove back home, happy and pleased with myself. My spirits had been restored. The top to my convertible is down and my hair is whipping around my face wildly. My stereo turned way up, playing Japanese Orchestra symphonies. It's funny the way people stare at you when play odd music loudly. I laugh out loud, then throw a small carefree ki ball in to the air so that it hovers above my head. I take a peak at my rear view mirror and watch as all the cars behind me slam on thier breaks. I shouldn't be doing this, I could cause a wreck. Aww, who gives a damn. I playfully make the ki ball move in small circles. I continue this until I pull up in the driveway of my home. I balance the little sphere on the tip of my index finger, grab my keys and book bag, and I walk to my front door. I shove the keys into the little hole, turn then walk in.
I place my book bag on the couch, along with my keys. The ki ball still on my finger, I make my way up the stairs and into my room. I flop onto my bed and gaze at the bright thing. I smile as the inspiration for my next painting hits me.
I stand up slowly and stretch. I feel so lazy, but that's a good thing. It'll help the mood of the painting. I reach into my closet and pull out a blank canvas. Dear Lord, how long has then been stuck in my closet? The edges are all bent and it has turned a creamy shade of white. I smile, though. I give a little tip of my head and skip down the stairs with my so called canvas. I go out the sliding doors and lift off the ground into the air.
I land in the middle of the forest, an easel set up with all the proper utensils surrounding it. I place the board on it, then I walk to my left. I continue to walk till I come to a clearing. There sits a lake. The bundle of ki still sits above my middle finger as I scoop up some water into a little container. I trot back to my "studio" and set the bowl down. I then take the sphere into two hands and gently place it into the clear water.
The water begins to transform into a beautiful pallet of blue. Every blue imaginable.
I smirk. This is going to be easier than I thought. I place my hand into the new found paint and let it soak. I then remove my hand and in a quick swipe, my nails have crossed the canvas, leaving thin blue lines.
I then lazily began to rub my fingers over the board, just relaxing. A small sigh escapes my lips.
Letharicness is a lovely thing. I don't suggest you try it at work though. You could get in trouble. I would know.
So I stretch again, adding the final touch to the painting beautifully, but rather lethargically.
A/N: yes I know it's boring. Didn't I tell you I'm writing out of boredom? Yes I know lethargicness is not a word. I make up some words. This really isn't a romance fic. It's telling how Pan got Trunks, not what she did after she got Trunks, but if you're kind I might write a sequel. More chapters coming soon!
--Lonna
p.s. yes I know these are short. I no can help that. ^^;;;;