"Lol okay, bye."
*Click* *Step* *Sit*
"Well, that was shitty.
*Drop* *Clank* *Roll*
"Well, isn't this just my day?"
I lug out of bed and tumble on the ground. Peeking under the bed is my collection of bullshit objects I'll probably never need again as they all belong to different phases of my childhood. The pencil seemed out of place with all of the bubbly and perfectly-imperfect objects lingering with ease at the base of my hibernation capsule. I swipe it up in a jiffy (.000010 of a second). My stomach roared at me violently as I bent over to further reach out the piece of compressed wood surrounding lead. I bounced back on the bed and I continued to sketch out various sceneries and people where and whom I would most probably never meet nor see, yet it was always normal for me to draw.
"Who is that?" question people as they stare blankly into the paper whom itselve used to be blank but now is assorted with an array of strokes of my pencil, creating a face that I've never seen, but have just expressed and created for myself on a piece of papyrus. I sometimes myself inquire "Who is that?" but the true answer is commonly :
I do not know ; Therefore; If this face belongs to you , I shall acquaintance your name to the paper.
*snap* *roll* *fall*
"Aw for fucks sake!" I bitch to myself. Don't question my first world problems, okay?
"Now the sharpeners all the way across the room, thanks satan, i really appreciate it." I snivel as I get my ass off the bed and bear yours truely to the other side of the room. When I get to my little desk , I hear a screech coming from downstairs:
" Aaliyah it's dinner time, get your ass down here."
"Mum plz no."
"It's KFC tonight!"
"I'll be right there."
