The Painter's Dream- Chapter 6

"Susan? Get up dear, you're leaving in a half-hour!" I heard my mom's voice as I woke. Groaning, I called back down to her. "Wake up so you can eat!" I sat up, trying to remember what I did yesterday. For those of you that think, "Hey, I can just skip to the sixth chapter to see what happens before I read the first," you're wrong. I'm not gonna tell you, go read it yourself.

I am always in some sort of mood when I wake up, but today my body just ached. Why? Oh, maybe my trip to Asia. Maybe. Standing, I nearly fell onto a hot body.

"Ow...." A mass of yellow flipped over and sat up, rubbing the source of the tangle.

"Jessie! I forgot you were there!" My eyes widened in shock.

"Yah, that's what you say to all your friends." Her voice dripped with sarcasm and she stood.

"Well then." I glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand. "We're going to an interview this morning, I think." Was that today? Or was that actually tommorow and an art show today? Or was it a week ago? "Anyway..." I ran my hand through my hair and it got stuck in a knot.

"What's for breakfast? Bacon?" She asked, opening up a duffel bag (that always stayed at my house. She's over here every single day) and pulled out a dressy U.S.A. Hawk shirt. They're so famous, along with Alvin Nine and Bad Belief jeans.

"Smells like it." I laugh and throw a sock at her. We dress and get ready (somewhat) and go downstairs, where a breakfast fit for a king awaited us. Drumroll please...

Cheerios!

And bacon...

And milk!

I swear Jessie jumped so high, she could have made a rocket ship look like a child's toy.

"Uh, mom, why bacon with cereal?" I turn and face her, taking a chunk out of the crispy meat strip.

"Why, it's Jessie's favorite!" She laughs and strolled up the stairs to wake my brother. Good luck with that. He rarely ever wakes up before noon. So we eat voraciously and grab what we need to leave, which normally involves stuff to keep us busy while mom talks and all the women fawn over my brother. Ah well, we all live in a yellow submarine.

Jessie and I head downstairs to look at my schedule. I always hang it up on the fridge with an elephant magnet I got in the second grade.

"I've got an art show at the convention center downtown..." I shoot a sly smile at Jessie, my fellow artist. "Wanna come? I'm scheduled for a live demonstration during a convention after the show!" Her face spread in to a wide grin.

"YES!!!!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. She always understands just what I mean. For example, when I invited her to the live demonstration, I meant demonstrate with me. You probably didn't get that, did you?

"In that case, let's go get some cuter clothes. You never know who you'll see..." I glance down at my typical Saturday attire of skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

"As ya wish. I have to get my drawing pens and brushes, anyways."


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vkwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

It's an interesting story filled with humor. Great writing!


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blackwolf_1337 3 years ago Author

Thank you! I haven't written a chapter in it for so long, and I wanted to really badly :)

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