A/N: I have nothing to say really. I just hope you'll enjoy this chapter :)
Chapter ONE
As a child, I used to believe that I was the best.
How can you blame me?! It was pretty convincing.
People would come up to me saying "Hey, you can draw right? Can you help me?" or me their art partner was lucky.
I still believe that today, except, I'm slightly modest you see.
Humans. Such annoying creatures.
Y'know, I used to think that I was a dinosaur. I was just too much to be a mere human- society have yet to see the real me.
I'm an angel in my village. Good grief. I was once caught with a cigarette and a mum smiled at me saying "Ah. You must have guests over. Such monsters to be smoking in front of you, let alone making you get a packet."
So naïve.
Ha ha...don't they have a big storm coming. The only person who knows who I really am, would be my best friend Hotaru.
Because she's always herself.
I used to envy her, so beautiful, so perfect...so damn blunt.
"I only speak the truth." She'd always say so.
I'm not wearing a mask or something. It's just that I was such a perfect child, that I created an image. Breaking an image makes people wonder if they know you.
Or hate you.
The only thing on this earth that makes me happy, other than food, is art.
It started when I was four. Grandpa took me to a museum and I was captivated. Engrossed.
I wanted to be able to do that.
So, I set up the classic lemonade stand at six so I could get supplies. My cute face worked and I got a lot of money. Buying supplies like pencils and paper was fun.
Then it came to me.
How the hell do I draw the Mona Lisa?!
Not to mention the picture was tiny.
So, I made it my goal to draw the Mona Lisa until I realized it was stupid- at least for me. I developed my own, weird, creepy style and became an artist.
At first I loved showing my art work because I loved to show off. Only because I was finally good at something other than eating. But then Grandpa snapped.
I didn't know the man could do anything but smile like an idiot.
My grades were dropping and he told me to take a break. I obeyed him and dropped into an anti-social phase. That's around the time I met Hotaru.
She walked over to me and asked to do an art-competition with her. I rejected her like all of the hundreds of other students. I'd probably be doing all the work.
However, Hotaru Imai was different.
Hotaru told me she'd show me her skill. I agreed and boy was she good. She smirked and said "With our two awesome skills combined, we can win that competition. And we can get more money. Let alone, more supplies."
That was how our friendship started.
After a while, she tutored me and helped me get my grades up. Grandpa was proud.
I started drawing more and my skills, and Hotaru's got better and better. At some point, I recommended that we go to an Art Academy or something.
Hotaru liked the idea. She agreed with me.
We both told our families and Grandpa said know. The Imais said of course, as long as she keeps her grades up. After a two our fight with grandpa, he let me go. We signed up and did the test.
The question was if we got in.
That was still a mystery.
Because the day the envelopes were supposed to they didn't. Instead a big brown package came.
