Even though my parents continue to ignore my phone calls, voicemails and emails and even though Jorvan won’t tell me a thing about their whereabouts or circumstance; I have yet to fall into despair. I often distract myself from my negative thoughts by gardening, painting or working on my mystery novel series.
I still haven’t allowed anyone to view my novel but I often got compliments for my sketches and paintings whenever I showed someone. My art teacher tells me that I should try to get into a private school that specializes in art, which Starlight Shores seems to have a specialty in, but I’m not sure if I’ll ever broach the subject with Jorvan. Considering the fact that he still drives around in a cheap car and still orders off the dollar menu whenever we go fast food, I doubt he’d ever spend that type of money on me.
Still, just for the hell of it, one day I decided to visit the Urbane Center of the Arts where the Corvan Art Academy was holding an exhibition. I figured it wouldn’t be bad to check out some of their work and see where my designs had stood in comparison although I was already confident that my work would probably be better. How I could not think that way when I had won every school art contest in Appaloosa Plain since I entered grade school.
I honestly
wished I hadn’t gone.
Those art academy students made me feel like a total amateur when I reflected back on my own second-rate work. Made me realize that I had never truly put my heart into any of my projects. Perhaps you could have said the same thing about my life in general.
That night, I wandered the streets of Starlight Shores with no care for a curfew or coming home late. I ended up crashing on a bench outside out of a restaurant where every customer who entered and exited the building either looked like a suit or a mobster.
I’m not sure how long I dozed off for but I remember being stirred awake by the slight vibration of the bench. I opened my eyes and noticed that a girl or perhaps I should say woman, had sat down next to me. Now I have had many crushes in my life and all of them have had to develop over time and they often developed for strange reasons. But I must admit that I fell in love with this woman on first sight. Everything about her from her face and body to her hair and jewelry, her perfume and make-up; everything about her gave off an elegant vibe that honestly tied my heart in a knot.
She must have been off in her own little world for she seemed oblivious to the fact that I must have been staring at her for what felt like hours before she eventually got up and headed for the entrance of the restaurant.
I’d never been aggressive in pursuing any of my love interests but almost as if I couldn’t break out of this trance that she had put me in, I attempted to follow her into the restaurant just so I could stare at her for just a little bit longer but unfortunately the front desk was as far as I could go.
The restaurant turned out to have been rented out for the night by a company called “Lusha” and only invited guests were allowed entry. Although I was depressed that I didn’t get a chance to get another glimpse at her, or get her name and number for that matter, I did go to sleep with one comfort in my mind. Even in this imperfect world, there still existed true perfection.
The next day I completed the very first painting that I had ever truly put my heart and soul into. I decided to name the portrait "She Sparkles"
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