Chapter 2: A few drawings short of a gallery
The sounds of crayons scraping on paper filled the room. A woman in her late twenties burst into the classroom.
"Sorry Aidan." She sighed, panting. "Life would be so much easier if I didn't have a kid to burden me…"
Aidan stared blankly at her.
"But no-one will take you."
Aidan stared blankly at her.
"What are you drawing?" She asked, hoping this would buy her some time to catch her breath.
Aidan looked back to his drawing.
"Samara." He whispered in a creepily sinister way.
"Oooooh! Aidan's got a girlfriend!" Rachel said, smirking.
"No." Aidan corrected her. "Samara is evil."
"You're ruining the story, just cutting straight to the point like that." Rachel said, staring at Aidan, who continued to scribble away.
"Samara wants you to have this picture." He stated, handing her a piece of paper. In the picture Samara is cutting Rachel's throat.
"Are you sure Aidan?" She asked, looking at it. "It's not very good…"
The teacher spoke up after sitting there for a pointless ten minutes.
"Go to the car, Aidan. You're mom and I must talk."
"I know you're just gonna talk about me, you know." Aidan said, walking to the door, and out into the hall.
"So…what's he done now?" Asked Rachel, sitting down at a desk.
"Nothing, it's just… Is he okay? I mean, with losing his cousin and all?" The teacher asked.
"He keeps blaming this Samara person. It's starting to annoy me."
"That doesn't mean he has nothing to say." The teacher said.
"Goddamit he has plenty to say…Samara this and Samara that, blah, blah, blah." Rachel started.
"I need to show you something." The teacher opened her drawer and took out a bundle of pictures, handing them to Rachel.
Rachel took out a picture Aidan drew and looked at it. In the picture Aidan and Samara were holding hands.
"See! This is much better than that crap one! Ha!" She shouted, pointing to the two holding hands. "I knew he was going out with her! Well I'm keeping these. They're better than the others."
She stormed out the classroom, her arms full to bulging of hundreds of pictures, each very disturbing…
Rachel and Aidan sat in the car.
Rachel looked at the drawings, then at Aidan.
"What? Do I have lipstick on my teeth?" He asked frantically.
"Erm…nooo…." Rachel said, frowning and dismissing any thoughts.
Aidan checked his hair in the car mirror, as Rachel set off home.
"Shall we read something?" Asked Rachel, as she tucked Aidan into his bed.
"I'm kinda tired." Aidan said, his eyes closing.
"Okay." Rachel said, relieved, jumping up and about to leave the room.
"But I could read you a story I wrote…"
Rachel stopped, rooted to the spot, and turned sharply on her heel, and gritting her teeth, sat down on the bed again.
"Oh?" She said, trying her best to sound interested. "So my son is now an artist and an author?"
"I wrote a fanfic the other day, but you can't hear it it's not finished yet. You can hear my other story though." Aidan said, taking a book from the side of his bed.
Rachel huffed.
"Are you trying to say that you don't encourage your son's creativity?" Aidan shrieked.
"No!" Rachel said in her most concerned/shocked voice.
Aidan's expression dropped off his face.
"You don't even know what creativity means, do you?" He asked dully, waiting for the reply.
"Yes!" Rachel said. "It means I don't want you to go to go running around killing chickens and stealing their lips!"
Aidan frowned.
"Huh?"
"Oh now who's the smarty pants?" Rachel asked, triumphant. "My work-mate told me that's what it means coz I heard you use it before so I decided to investigate! So ha! Joke's on you!"
Aidan slapped his head. "Oh man…"
"Let's read your story now, Aidan," Rachel smirked.
"Very well." He sighed, opening the book.
"Once upon a time there lived a young girl called Samara…"
Rachel interrupted him.
"Look Haden…"
"Aidan."
"Whatever… The pictures you drew for me are going in the bin but the ones 'Samara' made you draw are going on the fridge, okay?" Rachel said asked.
"Do you like Samara better than me?" Aidan asked.
"Well I like her drawings better than yours…" She said, thinking.
"Well she hates you." Aidan said, rolling over in his bed.
"Great." Rachel said through gritted teeth, and walked away to leave.
"We don't have enough time." Aidan said randomly. Rachel turned and looked at him again, as she digested what he had said.
"Time? Oh yeah! Time before we die? I remember that from the movie." Rachel said, looking at the ceiling.
"noooo…" Aidan said, looking at her strangely. "We don't have enough time to read the rest of my story…"
There was an awkward silence.
"Riiiiiight…" Rachel said, leaving the room.
"Twit." Aidan muttered.
"Just for that I'm closing the door and leaving your night light off!" Rachel shouted through the closed doors, even though she had no idea what twit meant…
Hope ya'll aren't sitting in front of your comps flaming poor lil old me! Lol I know…im strange. Ignore the chicken lips thing…it was once a dare to someone I know to go to the butchers and ask for chicken lips and ever since then I've found the concept of that very funny…mauahahaha