Drawings On Converse Novels & Stories

At that moment, my eyes spotted a drawing on the chalkboard. A caricature of me was drawn on the board with sticks for legs and chicken wings for hands. I knew it was me because there was a rash dotting the face and a giant pimple on the forehead. A small caption was written underneath it: (Beware of the gifts you receive, UGLY NIVIA).

I said as a joke. She laughed, and it hurt that I truly was plain and simple. I wish there were more about me. Fun and not clumsy and awkward, I guess. "It seems someone chose not to join the event as well," mentioned Elana as they walked away. I see who she was referring to, Connor. He was attired in a dark blue shirt, black pants, and black shoes, styled with a long black coat. I watched him while recalling the painful memory of yesterday. He caught me watching him, and my body jerked as his eyes went to mine as if I was electrocuted by his stare. He then disappeared behind a door leading to the back of the school.

Now I know I won't be able to stop my friend and I quickly see him open the package, with precision and what I saw took my breath away, there were two drawings, one outfit for me and one for Liam, there was no signature, but the photos of the Ivory Woods pack attached to the side of the drawing, indicates perfectly what it was and the reference used for the drawings. There was also another smaller sheet of paper, which at first glance looked like a black shirt and normal black pants, but the cut was straighter and more formal than my suit, and if you moved it against the light, you could see that it had something that resembled a mask. This was definitely for Keenan. I just didn't have any r

“Oh, yeah. Tons of it I have actually been drawing up some designs for clothes.” “What?” I asked. “Yeah. They’re basic things but I figured giving the manufacturers something to look at would be easier than trying to explain it. Hold on, let me send you the pictures for you to see.” My phone started pinging as picture after picture came through. I put her on speaker then scrolled through them and I was amazed at what I was looking at. Customized lace-up boots and cut-off jeans with rhinestone designs, the ideas for the pink leather items and all sorts of fucking logos and shit for the backs of leather jackets.

I snorted. He grabbed another drawing. Then another. Then his eyes widened. “LISA. This one is… GOD. And this one… damn. And this….is that a….. “ Can you just speak clearly? “ I asked clearly annoyed. “ Is this even wearable? Actually, who cares, it’s gorgeous…” I covered my face. “Brian, stop.” “No. I will not stop. These are insane.” He held up a black sheer piece. “This is illegal.” “Good.”

I nudged the creaky storage closet open, half-curious, half-hoping. And there it was. A faded folder with my name scribbled in a childish scrawl, half-curled beneath a stack of construction paper. I pulled it out gently and sat cross-legged on the dusty floor, a soft cloud rising in the morning light. Inside were pages and pages of pencil sketches. Shoes with oversized bows. Dresses with glittering stars and awkward hems. Most were horribly lopsided, but they were mine—sincere and filled with the kind of hope only a child can draw.

I asked surprised "Yeah, dancing is just my hobby".he chuckled softly "Wow". I exclaim, surprised he smiled and looked away. "Can you show me your drawings". I asked, "That won't be a problem, but I have only pictures of myself and some friends I drew years back " "That isn't a problem". I spoke up. he smiled at me before leaving the sitting room. I hissed in relief the moment he left. I realized he wasn't that hard to make a conversation with.Few minutes he came back with some papers in his hands .he smiled and handed the book to me.

As expected, we all wear black. We all look at Bob first, covered in black and purple--he wants to be the walking MANIA album. His hair, which he usually calls ‘waves of purple’, is joined with a black sleeveless shirt with the words ‘black’ written all over it in purple. Dark purple skinny jeans with the rips surrounded by a lighter shade of purple. Lastly, his black converse where he painted the Fall Out Boy logo on the sides. His face only got purple eyeliner.

I've waisted hours and hours making sure it looks exactly like him, now it's come back to bite me in the ass. In that drawer there are over ten drawings. My favorite ones. Over the years I've burned most of the drawings but those are special. They are the best... and the sickest ones. I didn't want to bring them with me in case someone might see them, but it was worse. "Oh, shit," I repeat again, because I don't know what else to say. Kingsley is going to do something to fuck me over because of them and of that I'm sure. I swallow and pick up my phone with my shaky hands. There are three missed videocalls from him and suddenly another one comes in. I answer. King's face is in a scowl now.

I replied. "You see that table over there. I want you to draw a woman's clothing that exposes the body and at the same time covers it, you have 8 minutes" she said. I looked at her quietly, a woman's clothing that exposes the body and still covers it at the same time? I sigh thinking of what I can draw. I went to the table and sat on the chair. Then I took the sharp pencil and started drawing. I am going to draw a suit but this suit will be a different type of suit. Instead of long trousers it will be short, reaching under the ass. The trouser is going to be high waisted. Then for the suit jacket, it is going to have just one arm.