Maybe... part 2.

So, the drawing person was waking me up - maybe I didn't listen because I had created her with the pencil.

'Layni Wills' was the graphic novel I was creating, basically a random idea. Dekka was her 10 year old arch enemy. (Decca as in 10) Amy was going to end the story - Amy who was standing at the end of my bed.

After some consideration I decided to get out of bed - maybe the alarm clock helped my decision, maybe I just couldn't stand the DRIINNNDRIIINNN of the clock.

Anyway, I suddenly realized that it was 8.57!!! School started in exactly 3 minutes, make that 2. So while I couldn't stand my teachers punctuality punishments, I hurried as much as a constipated snail hurries under a shoe. In other words, I didn't hurry at all. I was already late...

So why was it dark outside?

I ran down the creaking stairs, Amy was leaning slyly against the old, wooden table, her perfect, sketched smile turning into a sneer more and more every second I looked. Then I rushed because, well, I guess she couldn't follow me to school...

Maybe I shouldn't have written that. I trudged into the classroom - 20 minutes late. Nobody was there, I strolled up to the half open window and peered out, I ran out of the room in a rage of fury and anger, as Amy was impressing the teacher, my friends and my enemies. All in the dark... WHAT WAS HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!

I ran out, up the hill, down the street, down another hill, through a few more streets, through my door, up the stairs and into my room. I tossed the pencil into my underwear draw. I plugged in my bamboo computerized sketch pad and opened my graphic novel page on Sketch-it as my other hand reached for the sketches I had completed the previous night. I didn't care about school anymore so I decided to finish my graphic novel. I drew and drew and drew and drew - the computer screen was being covered with Amy, Layni and Dekka. The story seemed to build itself.

3.45, Layni Wills, finished at last.

I heard a sudden knock on the door - it was Nadia, I won't describe her in detail as it would probably make you feel sick, but lets describe her as a pink ball of vomit. She interrupted the 'Hello' I was beginning with her shrill tone.

"Amy said you were sick, ill, like," Suddenly I liked Amy, she WAS on my side

" So I thought my incredible art skills would come in handy to make your sketches more, Tate, like" I turned around and pulled a face, although only at my dog. I had seen Nadia's art - my Mum's friend's three year old could draw better.

" Well, Nadia" I replied to the big-head at my door

"It's finished"

To be continued...