Starscream Drawing Novels & Stories

“Same stuff. I already knew it.” Serena sat beside him. “Did anyone bother you today?” Liam shook his head. He didn’t want to worry her. Not today. But at night, in bed, he hugged his teddy tight. Why don’t they like me? he thought. Why doesn’t Miss Carter smile at me? The next day was a science activity. Miss Carter asked the class to draw the sky and explain what they saw. Most kids drew clouds and the sun. Liam drew stars, planets, the moon, and even the Milky Way. He colored it carefully. He wrote, The sky is big. It has stars and planets and dust and light. We see it better at night. But it’s always there.

He leads the way up the stairs to the room we were just in with the dead werewolf. He grabbed his notepad from his desk and flickered through the pages when he stops and shows us his drawing. It was a circle with 5 spikes making it look like a star. It kind of looks like a star with a moon inside. It is hard to describe. I don't really know what to make of it. I look at Kristy who is studying the drawing, wondering if she knows what it means. "It's the Hunters mark," she says

“He’s always busy now.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’m sorry, Aurora. That must have felt really sad.” She nodded, then reached into her backpack and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “I made this for you. At home last night.” I unfolded it carefully. It was a crayon drawing of stick figures: a tall man with dark hair, a little girl with pigtails, and....my stomach dropped, another woman with brown hair standing beside them, holding the little girl’s hand. A bright sun smiled overhead, and a clumsy wolf shape sat in the corner.

There had been a time when I’d spent years trying to make him smile. I immediately shut the thought down. Absolutely not. “Mummy!” I blinked. Leo was standing beside me. Holding up his drawing. “Look!” Saved by the child. Again. “Let me see.” I took the paper. It looked exactly like every drawing he’d made for the last six months. Stick figures. Random lines. Questionable anatomy. And somehow Iron Man. Always Iron Man. “Very impressive.” “It’s me.” I looked closer. “Which one?” “The one with muscles.”

“Hey, angel. You got taller.” She shook her head vigorously. “No, you got shorter.” He grinned. “That’s impossible.” She wriggled free and dug into her backpack. “I made drawings on the plane! Look!” She spread them out on the table — crooked little hearts and stick figures labeled MOMMY, DADDY, and ME. One drawing had a fourth stick figure, taller, in a blue suit. I tried not to look at it too long. Anthony crouched down beside her, admiring each page as though it were a masterpiece. Cameron stood beside me, polite, silent. The faintest strain crossed his face before he smoothed it away.

"It's too loud. It can't hear me." Damian knelt beside us. "We have to make it hear you," Damian said. "We have to amplify the signal." He looked at the walls. At the murals. "The carvings," Damian said. "Look at the third panel. The one with the wolf and the star." I shone the glow stick on the wall. The carving showed the small wolf connected to the star by a beam of light. But

he declared, scribbling on a piece of paper. I stood up, crawling to the edge of the bed, watching his work. Liam was drawing a skeleton riding a flaming unicorn. " That would make a good tattoo," I complimented his drawing. I couldn't deny that he was great at what he did, passion emanated from his eyes with every line, and even though it was just a sketch, it was better than most people could do with a lot of effort. " That's it, you passed the test. You'll get your shirt tomorrow," he winked at me.