Selena Quintanilla Drawings Romane & Geschichten

I began to hear whispers. “He doesn’t,” I heard another. “He’s only pitying the poor thing. A handsome person like him could never fall for someone as ugly as her.” Hurt by their words, I immediately walked from the cafeteria, fighting back tears. Ms. Sinclair, the visual art teacher, stopped me in the hallway. She wanted me to help her after school to organize some books.

"Together." Selena's eyes locked on Ken's, a fierce determination burning in their depths. "I'll be back soon," she said, her voice low and even. Ken nodded, his expression grim. "Be careful." Selena's gaze flicked to the Eclipse, still clutched in her hand. She nodded, tucking the artifact into her jacket. With a swift motion, Selena raised her hand, her fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air. The shadows around her seemed to coalesce, darkening into a swirling vortex.

Raising her head, her eyes scanned Ashley's face for an answer. "Yes!" She nods her head in approval. "No way!" Covering her mouth, Selena trembled back. "What's wrong?" Liam hurried toward her before she could stumble and plummet. "That particular statement is the same as in my dreams…….She came to me," She cried out. "Who came to you?" Ashley asked with concern. "The…..the…moo…n….god….dess," Selena trembled. "The moon goddess!" Ashley and Liam exchanged a shocked look before focusing back on a startled Selena.

Selena did not know if she would have such a good opportunity in the future. She hurriedly caught up to Harvey and said excitedly and politely, “Will you give me an autograph first?” Harvey froze for a moment. Then, he smiled with squinted eyes and nodded. He took out the pen he carried with him and gestured. Selena paused. She suddenly realized that she did not have any paper, so she looked at her white skirt with pity and stepped forward.

We hadn't even reached the front door when we could already hear Luna and Ruby's laughter from inside. My mind wandered. Seth's sister goes to the same university as me? A bad premonition welled up in me, and I think I knew who it was. In shock, I looked into the living room and immediately saw the young girl sitting next to Luna. She had curly hair, was dressed elegantly, and had a delicate, beautiful face that exuded confidence and charm. Suddenly, I remembered the description a classmate gave us in high school: if Lorena was warm and sweet like spring, then Rosanne was like the most vibrant color on a painted canvas.

“I was still busy too.” Julio glanced at the table in front of Sheena. “What’s that?” Sheena pulled out several sheets of paper. “Dress designs.” Julio sat beside her. “May I see them?” Sheena handed him the papers. “Don’t laugh, okay? It’s been a long time since I last drew.” Julio examined them seriously. Several seconds passed in silence. “Why are you quiet?” Sheena asked, slightly nervous. Julio lifted his face. “This… is very good.”

Kane said. Selena studied the smudged lines. “You can fix it,” she replied. Kane shook his head. “No. It won’t look the same.” Selena reached forward, pressing her fingers into the dust. “You don’t need the same,” she said softly. “You make a new path.” Kane stared at her for a moment, absorbing the words. Then slowly, he began drawing again. A different shape this time. Not identical. But workable. From the window, Sienna felt her breath catch slightly.

Cattleya nodded in appreciation, “That’s more like it. Now Selena. I leave them to you.” She exclaimed, “This is too much.” Cattleya laughed, ruffling her hair, “Are you already turned on, sweetness? I can help with that later.” “No—no thank you.” “I’ll check in on you later. Enjoy.” She turned to her lovers, “And you two… don’t tease her too much. I need that painting done.” They giggled, promising nothing. When Cattleya went out, Selena observed the women shyly. She studied the figures lying before her critically and analyzed the play of light, the angle of their limbs and the lines of their form. They smirked at her and she hid behind her canvas again.

I hope you have enough mana Jemmy. Selena gazes on the children picture hung on the wall. She remembers when Jeremiah drew the picture for her right after her parent’s death. The crayon picture has shown her holding hands together with Jeremiah and his parents in front of a house, it’s written on the bottom, ‘me, Selena, Dad, and Mom together forever.’ Even though the picture is badly drawn, it warms her heart whenever she sees it. The picture is like a sign that Jeremiah has accepted her as a sister.