GourmetNinja

A day without laughter is a day wasted. -Charlie Chaplin. The poster on the wall is making me feel an instinctive prickle of annoyance. I’m Tabitha Quinn Stonewall, just another geeky, fun loving girl in the American south, and summer is just getting its wings. The humidity has become intolerable to the point where schools and businesses often get told to stay home with the air on, and thanks to the internet, all of us can take classes on our computers when this rule is enforced. To a teen like me, that’s a real bummer. Like anybody my age, I follow the unspoken yet widely acknowledged law that young people have to hate going to school while secretly enjoying one or two of our classes. At lunch we all talk about fandoms, play magic, plan for after school programs, and a lot of the boys who are getting football scholarships are training hard for the upcoming games. Football is very important to us southerners, even a serious business. Me? I like to talk about and play video games

She’s gonna listen to her heart It’s gonna tell her what to do -Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. The brown haired girl with the fox ears and tail considered the options which the blank canvas offered her. There were so many to choose from and while most artists would have wrestled with the conceptualization process after carefully wading through a mental sea of ideas, she just needed to choose what to place onto the blank paper. She had gotten better and better with her painting as the years had progressed, and now she was sitting in her workspace with tarp littering the ground and a table nearby containing different watercolor paints. A brush, immaculately clean and damp with liquid, was also perched close to her. She had measured the angle which she wanted to paint from and only a few more moments of meditation were necessary to conjure another masterpiece. Silvana raised up her thumb and held it in front of her eye, extending it forward to get just the right starting position.