Cheer Drawings Novels & Stories

he asked, smiling at how excited she was. “Uhm” she said, nodding seriously. “He tot me how to draw a chicken. Dada, I will draw a chicken for you” Hunter’s eyes softened. “Hmm, and will you teach me how to draw too?” “Yes,” she replied in her tiny voice without looking up. She went right back to her drawing, her eyebrows pulling together as she focused. Her pencil scratched the paper again as she started to draw some funny lines in her book. Hunter stared at her lovingly. He loved her serious face even as she drew what he couldn't even explain… lips pouting slightly, one eyebrow lower than the other, her little fingers gripping the pencil tightly.

I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the back of my neck, angry, tired, and embarrassed. "Asher?" a small voice said. I looked up. Zaya. She stood at the edge of the porch, holding something in her tiny hands—a crayon drawing. Her eyes, large and filled with concern, studied me. “I drew this,” she whispered, holding it out. “It’s you. And mommy. And all of us. We’re smiling.” I took the paper gently. A lump rose in my throat. It was stick figures and crooked hearts, but it made my chest twist painfully.

"You're back! Look what I made!" I dropped to my knees and caught him in my arms, lifting him into a tight hug. The scent of baby powder and clean clothes instantly made all the lingering stress leave my muscles. "Oh, sweetie! Let me see. What did you draw?" Leo held up the paper proudly. It was a drawing of a big blue boat on a wavy green sea, with a very tall man, a woman, and a little boy standing on the deck. The tall man had black hair, just like Julian.

“Hey buddy! How are you?” He bit his lip, suddenly shy. "I'll miss you, Sister! Come back soon.” Before I could reply, he turned to Xeros and handed him something– more like, pushed something into his hand. Before we could ask anything, he darted away. Xeros carefully unfolded the paper, and I found myself peeking over his arm in curiosity. But never could have prepared me for what I found: it was a drawing , with me, Xeros and Adam. Adam had drawn himself smiling in the center, clutching both our hands as we ran through the rain and storms together.

No one to soothe my back when I'm on edge. No one to tolerate all my bullshit, unconditionally. I struggle to my feet and head to the kitchen, looking for something to sober up. The moment I open the fridge, I freeze. Taped to the door is a crinkled drawing. A doodle Leo made when he was five. Three wolves. One big, one medium, one small. The big one is majestic and proud. The medium one is gentle and beautiful. The smallest one is hiding behind them. Underneath, in crooked letters: My Dad, Mom, and Me.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

She tried to call some of them back, but they were too focused on their drawings. Selene continued helping the kids. She drew a tiger for one boy and a unicorn for a little girl. The children cheered and showed their drawings to each other proudly. For the first time in a long time, Selene felt useful. She felt like she was doing something good.

“Please choose the most beautiful drawing!” "Of course! But I’ll be fair, okay?” I replied, winking at her. “So, who’s ready to get started?” "I!" they all shouted at the same time, and soon we were all sitting on the floor, with papers and pencils everywhere. “Just don’t forget to sign your drawings!” I said, watching them focus. Their joy was contagious, and I felt so happy to be there in that house full of love and laughter.

My heart feels heavy. Claire is in her room, drawing. When she sees me, she smiles and holds up the paper. “Look, Mommy! I drew us. You, Daddy, Uncle Harvey, and me. All together.” In the drawing, the four of us are holding hands in front of the house. A yellow sun in the corner. And a bright star in the sky — Sirius. Tears rise again. I sit on the floor beside her and pull her into my lap, holding her tightly against me.

“That’s an unusual combination.” I felt my cheeks warm slightly. “People always seem surprised by that.” “I didn’t mean to suggest…” “No, it's okay,” I interrupted. “I get that a lot. The truth is, cheerleading is just another form of expression for me. It’s a different kind of art.” I hesitated, then added, “Plus, it makes my mom happy to see me doing something she considers fun. She worries that I spend too much time alone with drawing.” Professor Grayson nodded thoughtfully. “It’s good to have multiple outlets. Art can be isolating sometimes.”