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Crayons [1]
Published Mar 7, 2013


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kanzen

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since my game crashed before I shot the final scene, there shall be long paragraphs.

oh well~

since my game crashed before I shot the final scene, there shall be long paragraphs.

oh well~
Ring Ring Ring

Robin barely missed the call as she scooped the phone from the wall at the last possible second.

“Hello?”

“Hello-Hey Robin, do you remember what our homework is?”

“Carol? Yeah, a family photo right?”
Carol’s tongue clicked.

Looks like she didn’t find any – but how? She had a mom and a dad.
“My mom,” Carol started, “She won’t be our teacher tomorrow. We’ll be getting Angry Tapia! So I’m scared that taping two photos won’t be enough.”

“Just tell Mrs. Tapia that you don’t have a photo of all of you together in one place. That could work.”

“I don’t know, it’s just, arghh,” Carol’s grumbles grew nastier with the phone’s static. “Funny cause it’s true! We’re never all together in one place.”

“Honesty is the best policy!” Robin cheerfully sang. “I got to go now. Just tell her the truth okay?”

“Okay,” Carol sighed. “Good luck!”
Robin hung up the phone and began her search. They just moved into this new apartment and her mother isn’t the type to be keeping photo albums. She searched the cabinets, the drawers and her toy box. Nothing.

‘Mom does store them in the computer.’
With that thought, Robin switched on the computer and searched for any photos of her, her mom, and maybe if she’s lucky, her biological father. But alas, the folders were clean. All she could find was photos of her and her mom, but never the man who loved her mother momentarily and ran away.

Robin sighed in defeat.

She didn’t want to see that kind of man’s face anyway.
Meanwhile, Cerise is tucked up in her room. She crouched and tried to be as small as she could. She wanted to drown out the noises outside. She didn’t want to hear her mother’s cries nor her father’s screams.

Then her eyes started to water. Try as she might she couldn't make the tears stop. They just flow out one right after the other.

Then, the noise stopped.
Cerise looked outside her window and saw her father storming out towards a taxi. A scandalously clad woman met him and embraced him. Cerise swore she could vomit in disgust. Both of them! They called themselves mother and father but they certainly don’t act the part.
She held her family photo in her hands as tight as she could.

Then she tore it apart.
The next day, all three girls stayed in the hallway as punishment for not bringing their homework.

Even though Carol brought one, the teacher said she needed a whole photo and not one taped together. Robin slumped down on the wall; the teacher said her photo lacked a father. And Cerise, well Cerise didn’t bother to bring anything.

Cerise just kicked and stomped to let out her feelings. If she said anything about what happened last night, she might be taken away.
“This stinks!” Cerise whispered in the harshest tone she could muster. “Why can’t that old hag just accept that we’re a little different?”

Carol rolled her eyes. “She’s just doing her job.”

“More like announcing to our classmates that we’re freaks.” Robin added.
“Look, guys.” Carol stood up, “We can still save our grades!”

“How?”

Having caught the attention of her audience, Carol cleared her throat and cheerfully announced.

“Let’s just draw each other and the people we consider family!”

“But she wants a real photo.” Cerise complained.

“Nope, let’s suck up to her. Add her to the people we consider family and lets all be cutesy about it.”

Robin chuckled at the idea. “I don’t even like her but okay.”
One by one, the little girls took a crayon and drew with all their might. Each child drew a portrait of their ideal family – including the angry sourpuss teacher of course. When they finished, they taped it all together and presented it in class.

They strongly emphasized how everyone in the class is like a brother or a sister, and that angry old Mrs. Tapia, was like a mother.
They passed and went home, ready to face another day, with a blue butterfly bracelet on each little girl’s arms.

The classroom clapped and cheered as Robin finished her final storytelling essay. Another day, another A plus.
“My grades are a miracle!” Carol cheerfully proclaimed as she shoved food into her mouth. “Why, with marks like these, we could get into any university we want!”

Robin and Cerise giggled at Carol’s muffled words. They’ve been with Carol long enough to know what she’s saying with her mouth full, or if she’s at the dentist.

“Uh, yeah about that,” Cerise nervously coughed.

The girls halted and looked at their friend. Carol, slowly continued chewing.

“I’m going to law school.”
Robin gapped and stuttered, searching for the right words to express their combination of surprise, frustration, and whatever’s possible. Carol just choked and quickly washed it all down with a tall glass of water

“Wait, what?”

“Cerise,” Robin inched toward her friend. “I thought we’re all going to Yaza Arts together?”

“Well, my grandma sick,” Cerise started, clutching her Blue Butterfly friendship bracelet. “Soon she might, you know. And when that happens, no one else is going to provide for my half siblings anymore! I got to get a good paying stable job.”

“Whoever said being an artist isn’t a good paying stable job?” Carol asked.

“It’s actually true,” Robin sighed. “Only the geniuses and people with connections can live off on art.”
Carol snorted, of course she knew that. She also knew that if there are actually art geniuses, it’s them.

“Well, I do have to take a prerequisite course,” Cerise looked up smiling. Robin and Carol lightened up and smiled. That sly, Cerise – making them worry.

“So, Yaza Arts for four years and hello law school!”

After thirty minutes of laughing, telling random stories, and hogging the counter seats all together, the girls decided to have an outing at the mall before they go home. Once boarded on the train, they tried to quiet down so they won’t disturb the other passengers.

Then, Cerise’s cell phone rang. It’s her mom.

“Hello?”

“Cerise, I’m going on a trip for a while. Tell your father I’m just taking a vacation at a friend’s place.”

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#1Salina123Mar 7, 2013

Good\:\)

#2spladoumMar 8, 2013

Awww, that's sweet. So they're each other's family, huh? I hope they're able to stick together. College has a way of ... interfering, sometimes.

#3xShinigamiMar 8, 2013

The girls are so cute. :3 It's kinda sad that they don't really have like a, um, proper family and stuff. :L Oh, hopefully they get to go Yaza Arts together! \:D

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