Novel & Cerita Cute New Year's Drawings

Eyes glistening in happiness, smiles wide-reaching their ears, each one radiating the hope we all need for this new beginning. Five..... Four.... Three... Two.. One. January 1, 2051 - 12:00 am "Happy new year, everyone!" Fireworks lit up the sky and the cheers of the crowd roared, the sky was filled with hues of hope. The stars twinkle in delight, the moon danced with the night away. A smile made its way to my lips as I release a breathe, a sign that I am finally letting go of everything that happened last year. But I will keep the loving memories we all shared despite our struggles.

“I drawed this for Miwella!” Mirella leaned closer, her eyes wide. “Wow!” she exclaimed with theatrical awe, taking the drawing. It was a bit scribbled, with lines overlapping and colors outside the borders. But amidst the wild pinks and greens, was clearly a giant flower with a happy sun in the corner. “This is a really pretty drawing,” Kaliyah added sincerely, smiling at Lani. The little girl beamed and swayed from side to side proudly. Then she tilted her head, staring up at Kaliyah.

It felt like breathing room they had earned. “Mama, come look!” Mae called from the sunroom, excitement bubbling in her voice. Anya set her tea down and walked in to find her youngest daughter standing proudly beside a large new canvas. It showed the garden in winter — the oak tree heavy with snow and ribbons, seven figures standing beneath it holding hands. The colors were somehow both cool and warm, capturing the bittersweet beauty of the current moment perfectly. “This is for Elena’s Christmas present,” Mae announced. “I’m going to call it ‘Ribbons in the Snow.’ Do you think she’ll like it?”

Jacob picked an eyebrow, "To me?" "Yes," Ashley said, "this is not the red packet I received. It was earned by tutoring." Jacob opened it. Ashley smiled and said, "I also drew the red packet by myself. Does it look good?" With a red background and a Q-print portrait of a man in the middle, with ears and tail painted, it looked particularly lovely. The following was written in small print, "Jacob’s 2016 Red packet". Jacob pointed, "This is me?" "That's right."

As I was saying, the New Year is the most important celebration of the year, so there is a lot to do on our first date. Brightly colored kites fly above us in a clear blue sky, a steering wheel clicks from a beautifully decorated palette, children squeal as one of their blindfolded friends tries to put various pieces on a body similar to putting the tail to the donkey ... Even the adults are busy throwing dice in a board game. But what in all this activity catches my attention? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Mochi!

Finally, he said, “I’ll tell you what. You give me your number and let me take you out. Then, you can have the drawing.” Blushing, Shea looked at him and smiled. “You’re quite the cheeky man, now aren’t you?” she asked. Grinning at her, he said, “Is that a yes? Is the drawing worth it?” Giggling, she nodded and said, “Fine. You can have my number for the drawing.” “And the date?” he asked. “You’ll just have to call me and find out,” she told him, handing him a paper with her phone number. He gave her the drawing, then tucked the phone number into his pocket. “I’ll do just that,” he said.

Time seemed to freeze. Uncle Sebastian stood still, staring intensely at the necklace on the floor. He had designed it himself as a gift for his sister—my mother—Natalie Kensington, on her 20th birthday. He jerked his head up, his gaze falling on my face again. This time, he studied me carefully. He took in the loose strands of hair at my temple, the mole at the corner of my eye, and my lips pressed tight from the pain. Even though my eyes were filled with fear and agony, they still bore a strong resemblance to Mom's.

I took a satisfying bite of my caramel apple. "None of your business," Clark interjected and grimaced when I sucked noisily on my caramel covered thumb. "I didn't ask you, Brownie. I asked Ian." "I'm sorry George, but I can't," Ian replied apologetically and I pouted. "I wouldn't tell anyone, I swear---" "Ladies and Gentlemen, our annual lucky draw along with firework programme begins in another ten minutes. So gather by the pond and let's see who gets lucky." the announcement blasted through the speakers and forgetting about my prying questions, I grabbed Clark and Ian's arm.

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.

I never planned on attending the school's Valentine's party, but when Ms. Sinclair, the visual art teacher, asked me for help to oversee the picture booth they'd rented just for the special event. It felt good that someone needed me for something, so I accepted it instantly. Now that I've had a terrible day at school, I regret having done so. I put on a V-neckline, crimson red dress that reached below my knees, black heels, and a red shawl around my shoulders.