Morning all. I slept well, dreamt well and woke up five minutes before my alarm. Somehow that always throws me off. The alarm part not the sleeping and dreaming. It was still dark and cold so i wasn’t happy but at least I knew I got enough sleep. So there is that. Shall we begin the day with a morning prompt? Fabulous. Let’s go.
I think I started with one idea and then got ambushed by a second. I like the second better but i resisted the urge to go back and make modifications. Later, I’ll tweak it and scratch down a few thoughts on moving this story forward. personally I like it. The second idea that is.
Wednesday, October 19th: There is nothing you can do about it.
There is nothing you can do about it,” she said as she turned and sauntered out of the door. I stood there knowing she was right. I could tell the others what she had done, but it would be her word against mine.
‘And the way things have been going, I know whose side they will take.’
She was everything that I wasn’t. the fact that I didn’t really want to be anything other than myself was irrelevant. Sure having loads of people hanging on your every word looked cool, at least until I thought about it. I knew if it was ever part of my reality I would flee in horror from my flock of adoring fans,
I was not a large group sort of person.
I had three people around me that I could deal with on a routine basis now that my two best friends moved away and my grandmother died. While I knew if Shana and Wanda were here they would take my side without a second thought, the others would believe me to be jealous. Maria was pretty and popular and wealthy.
Who wouldn’t want to be her?
The fact that she was snake mean when anyone who couldn’t advance her social standing had something she wanted was a side only a few people got to see. I was one of the lucky ones. The thing was, what she wanted wasn’t something I could give her. My talent involved art. I enjoyed painting. I always had. It was a way I could put on my music and escape into a world I created. I knew I would never create anything that would be art gallery worthy, but I loved creating new and strange places populated by new and strange beings.
About a year ago I teamed up with a games designer and we decided to work together to pair my art with his computer skills. After a time he became the fourth person in town I could tolerate for any length of time and the one person I knew who wouldn’t think I was jealous of Maria.
He was also a part of what she thought she wanted. The Game Chester and I created might have gained a little buzz around town. When word spread that an actual developer was picking it up, there would be local consequences. Right now Maria was just annoyed that people were impressed by my little art project and she thought it was slighting her new scheme. What that scheme actually was I wasn’t entirely to clear on.
Truthfully I wasn’t sure if Maria was to clear on her project. At this point I thought it might me more of an idea for a project than an actual in motion thing. One time I heard handbags mentioned and another time scented candles. There was talk about a low cal treat and even talk of a miracle hair product.
Not that I had seen any of these items or even heard definitive names for them, but she thought she had something and that the attention I was drawing for my project was threatening to steal her lime light.
Which brought us to today’s dilemma. I stared at the wreckage and wondered what to do next. My drawing table was smashed and every pencil and parker was at least snapped in half. Or had the nibs crushed. All of my stored reference drawings were shredded. The project, thankfully had already been shipped off and was well out of her range. She damaged my supplies not the product. And no one I knew would believe me if I told them she had done it.
“Still when she learns the truth Chester might become a target too,’ I thought. I pulled out my cell phone to warn him.
Ten til Midnight 