Cheer Drawings Novels & Stories

I unfolded it. It was a drawing in crayon and marker, the way first-graders drew — bright, flat, full of feeling. Two almost sticklike figures, one tall and one small. The tall one had brown hair and a white coat. The small one had a yellow dress and orange boots. They were holding hands. Above them, in large, uneven letters: ME AND MOMMY. In the corner, small and neat compared to the rest: I miss you — C I didn't say anything. I couldn't.

Today is a Christmas party in her school and also her school vacation starts from today. “Mammy, I have made this,” She said, giving me her drawing card. “Why this card,” I asked. “Maestro asked us to make a family diagram and the best drawing will take place on a Christmas tree,” She said happily, showing the picture. I opened the card and saw her amazing painting. She has different levels of craze for painting. She has drawn me in the center beside a shadow, and I know what it means. She draws herself to the right side of the shadow, interlocking fingers with him and another side, Jonathan sitting in a wheelchair.

I say exited "Let's make a cheers to taking out the trash" ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Perry gave us an exciting task: to draw our family portraits to give to our parents. I started drawing my house, my daddy, and me. My daddy is really tall, so I make sure to use my crayon to draw his black pants and shirt that Daddy wears most of the day. Hmm... what more can I draw? Oh yes, Daddy’s office bag. Yes! All done! “Let’s see what you’ve drawn! Cherry, would you show your drawing, dear?“ Mrs. Perry asked. The girl behind me nodded and proudly displayed her drawing with a big smile. “This is my dad, mom, my big brother Allen, and our dog Tai-tai,” she said.

A small drawing desk in the corner, crayons scattered across it, a few papers with colorful scrawls. I stepped in slowly. On the wall, drawings were taped up. A child's drawings — a house with a triangular roof, a sun in the corner with rays drawn as straight lines, a tree with round red fruit. Then I saw it. One drawing in the middle. Three figures standing hand in hand. The small one in the middle, in a dress with long hair. A woman on the left. On the right, a man in a black suit.

Their voices blended into a joyful chorus. Theo, a shy kid, walked up to me slowly, handing me something on a piece of paper. I took it, thanking him and ruffling his hair. He retreated shyly as I unfolded the paper. A chuckle escaped my lips. It was a drawing, done with colored pencils and what looked like scraps of paper glued on. “Is this me?” I asked, gesturing to the drawing of a tall figure with comically broad shoulders, surrounded by children.

[Hyacinth] The card is hand drawn in crayon with a drawing of a wolf next to a child on the front that looks a bit more like a dog than a canine. Inside it reads "From your secret admire-were" signed in a childish hand "You know who." Bash and Drew must have stopped by to cheer me up.

There was a small container full of burger patties, and next to them were cards with poorly drawn versions of me. “What’s this?” I ask grabbing one of the drawings. Helen laughs, “Some of the kids wanted to thank you. They didn’t have enough money to buy you something pink, so they just decided to draw you. They really appreciated the candy you gave them.” I wasn’t an emotional person.

"I'm so tired and need to get some sleep." "Fine, she'll explain." Tristan folded his arms across his chest. "Thank you!" She sighed. "Mom, this is you, and this is Dad." She pointed at two weird drawings and I had to stop myself from laughing. There was no way that looked like Kade or Lila. "I know you want to laugh, you can do that. The drawing isn't so important, it's simply the meaning that's important." "It isn't important because she's terrible at drawing." Tristan added.

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.